"The hell happened to me?" His chest wouldn't stop pounding against his ribs. That experience had been too vivid, too heavy, too real to be dismissed as a simple nightmare.
"What is this thing?" He tried to shake off the black mist, but it clung to his palm like superglue, slowly spreading over his fingers and crawling across the back of his hand. "Piss off!" He tried again and again, even using his void magic to attack it, but the black mist stood firm like an impenetrable wall, refusing to break, scatter, or leave his body.
Eventually, it stopped at his wrist, wrapping around his hand like a glove and fusing against his skin.
"It's exactly the same thing that wrapped around me in that dream... What is this thing? At least I can still use my void magic through it, but... I don't like this. It gives me an odd premonition..." Max continued to mutter to himself as he examined the strange new feature on his body, if he could even call it that.
