Louis only felt his limbs heavy and finally collapsed in intense fatigue.
But he did not lose consciousness, remaining fully awake.
Deep in his mind, a wisp of crimson mist was frantically pouring in, like soul-burning flames.
The mist was interspersed with countless angry howls, drum-like thunder, as if millions of vengeful souls were screaming together, trying to tear his will to shreds.
"Again! Why does everything want to burrow into my head?!"
Before he could react, a platinum pulse suddenly lit up in his mind.
It was the Primordial Heart!
It blossomed like a star's radiance, the light flowing into a river, surrounding every thread of blood-vine-like red mist in the darkness.
Two forces continually clashed within him, while Louis' consciousness was pushed to a third perspective.
He seemed to stand on a void battlefield, watching the battle of light and blood within his body.
