Sunny fell through the hurricane of ethereal sparks and hit the sand with enough force to send a cloud of it into the air. The resounding thump of his landing was quite jarring, but he was not in the state to pay it any attention.
"...Ouch."
He rolled onto his back with a groan.
Above him, the blinding storm of essence sparks was obscuring the world. The sparks flowed in powerful torrents, twisting as they plummeted down — toward him.
Into him.
The colossal whirlwind of essence was entering his soul, and all he could do was stare at it in a daze.
He had actually succeeded.
'I can't believe that it actually worked.'
Sunny drew a shaky, hoarse breath.
Then, he exhaled slowly.
'But it did.'
It really had.
