The image before Max began to distort.
Wherever he was being dragged, he could feel an incredible amount of mana resting there, so dense and heavy that even before he reached it, his skin tingled from the pressure.
The image continued to warp even further. At one point, everything became a multicolored spiral, twisting around him like the pond had turned into a tunnel of light and water. The soft hand of the woman dragging him tightened around his own, as if she was worried she might lose him for all eternity with one slip of her fingers.
His body twisted and pulled, stretching unnaturally as if he had become rubber. A strong sensation washed over him, making it feel as though his entire body was vanishing into nothingness, dissolving into the colors around him one piece at a time.
And then, everything returned to normal.
Max opened his eyes.
