As Noctis landed once again he focused on his senses.
By senses he didn't mean the five normal senses that everyone had, they were rather useless in this void, rather he focused on manipulating the force inside him to pick up on the out of ordinary movement in energy present in the space.
As the energy flowing around the space coalesced in various places, it took a humanoid form and matter; occupying space.
Soon dozens of such bodies surrounded Noctis.
These were precisely the haunted things that the void wretched out of its abyssal pit to haunt him day after day.
In the beginning being unable to even perceive them left him so utterly helpless, he could only bear the relentless assault on his body as he was left black and blue; before the tide of void covered him, putting him under another subsequent spell of suffocation, a form of torture the fate seemed to have favoured the most when taking care of him.
