He was systematically exposing layers of Kieren’s deepest fears and quiet guilt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun, but the spirit was fading as it fought against itself.
The Medium Wolf, his key, was in a state of isolation. He created an environment in its mind devoid of any and all senses, and now, he did the same for Kieren.
Kieren tried to look, smell, and feel anything but wasn’t able to. Was he dead? He reached out to Sammael and found… nothing. Did Sammael die? Was this place able to attack and kill them separately? He tried to fight, but there was nothing to fight. His thoughts replayed his new memories relentlessly. Part of him understood they weren’t real, but he felt them. Every one of them.
He didn’t know if he cried. He couldn’t feel the tears on his
