Jacob found himself running, hunting, being hunted by a form of the Void Mantis… in an endless cycle that was suffocating.
Furthermore, the Void Mantis wasn't just attacking him; it was trying to overwrite him, and whenever Jacob's vision flickered, for a brief moment, he wasn't himself, but he was prey, and then predator before nothing!
If not for Jacob's strong mental fortitude or for Whiteness being sealed, he wouldn't have stood a chance and would probably have already been erased. Not to mention his biggest reliance was…
"Focus!" Nyx's slightly anxious yet commanding voice, filled with mystical authority, reached him at that moment, but it felt distant and distorted.
Nonetheless, it reached Jacob, making his consciousness waver, and the chains around him tightened as the hijacked illusion loomed over him; now, its form was grotesque, infinitely layered, like a nightmare given flesh.
