407 Inside the minds seclusion (1/2)
Not literally obviously, but more in a human sense of sight. Instead of the information that eyes would normally provide like shapes, colours and the like, everything around me turned to just clogs of mana, with different properties, nature and characteristic.
The old man that attacked me and was supposed to be buried in the ground from the force of his attack now looked like a shiny blob of energy, surrounded by a dim yet endless pool of energy. My body itself thought, looked like a black hole as if no energy was present there in the first place.
Thump.
No longer able to control my movements, everything happened right at the border of what my mind could rationally process.
With my fist flying at a strange and inhuman angle, it suddenly appeared in the middle of the bright blob, with most of its energy instantly changing from organised one into a state of decay, before being violently absorbed through what was supposed to be my skin and bones, to the shining core of this singularity that I became, not even managing to make any real difference to it, just like a real black hole wouldn't be affected by swallowing a small space-rock.
Wait, fighting without a weapon is stupid!
Even if I can kill them all without batting an eye both in a moral and practical sense, there is no need for me to waste neither my stamina or energy on spells, if I can decrease all the expenditure from my side just by wielding the weapon I made especially for the sake of this fight!
As this realisation struck my now powerless consciousness, I could see the dark tentacle that was most likely my hand, retracting from now dim blob of energy that still retained just a minimal amount of cohesiveness to not merge with the endless pool below my feet.
Bang.
Despite my vision turning strange, I still retained the rest of my senses, just that I was unable to make any use of them outside of trying to understand what was going on outside of the secluded place my mind was right now trying to turn the bunch of pieces of information I was getting into a proper sense of what was really going on.
One of the other senses that I somehow retained, even if only partially, was the ability to touch. As soon as this sudden sound reached my brain, I could feel a familiar texture on the palm of my hand, with my fingers instantly tightening around the shaft.
I have no idea how, but somehow under the influence of the predator's sense, I was capable of summoning my Snakesbite. While it's not something to be worried about, I couldn't help but be curious how the heck did I manage it!
Was it because I thought that fighting without a weapon is inefficient? Was I still capable of directing my own body in a general direction?
”Eh… You are really as dumb as it gets…”
Suddenly, the familiar voice, the voice I missed so much in the recent days, reappeared in my mind again.
*BONGER! Are you okay?*
”How could I not be? Look at yourself for now, do you think you are capable of entering a profound conversation with other right now?”
Well, point for him. If he was feeling through this entire time just like I am right now, then its no wonder he didn't reply to all my attempts at contacting him. But that's also a nice point to ponder about if his psyche or whatever is making his speak with me was blocked, then how come the system was working as before it awoke?