A cold shiver ran through Aksai's Mind Palace as the strange ripple grew stronger.
Before he could pull back, the ghost made his move.
A cyclone-like tunnel made of thick gray fog tore open behind the ghost. It spun like a hungry storm, its pull strong enough to drag stone, metal, and spirit alike. The tunnel began sucking Aksai's soul form toward it, trying to rip him out of his own Mind Palace.
At the same time, thin ethereal chains shot out from the ghost's chest. They streaked through the air like silver snakes and plunged into the wide sea of Aksai's Aether essence at the center of the Mind Palace.
The chains tried to anchor themselves deep and spread corruption through it.
Aksai gritted his teeth as the pull of the gray cyclone grew stronger. His soul form trembled. The chains dug deeper. But instead of panicking, Aksai clenched his hand into a tight fist.
A spark of cold light flashed in his eyes.
