Hell narrowly avoided him, as his body opened a gateway,connecting the area of mystical and physical. The mystical madame, being strangled by the seams of her blood, was less of a concern for him than getting his own body,having an understanding that she could take care of herself.After crossing the rift between, his fails afe prevented him from spell casting for such a time. Contradictory to the chaos of color and sound that was the mystical dimension, the physical one remained quiet and still. The artifacts oft he sanctum remained unprotected
Under the nature of his Jotunn self, he hurried across the Sanctum. However, within the pit of his mind, where his mystical essence still remained, he felt as if a burden upon himself had been added. Fire had sparked through his mind, as he felt a great magic become added to the Sanctum. A darkness unfathomable became one within its halls.
What his contestants had released was unknown to him, but he could only feel one thing from it.
He stopped his search, and turned his attention to the dormitory. It was here, wherever it was, within the confines of this uncontainable library. And he knew he had to find it,and potentially destroy it. His own ailment didn’t matter at this point, he felt something within him.Something beyond just his conscience pressed him to destroy whatever this was. It was his lineage.
Despite every single fiber of his being that told him to run, to hide, to coward as he usually does. Something within him told him to press on. And so he did, the illusions, the bending and the warping failed against the shroud of anti-magic that cloaked him. Continuing along the endless labyrinth that was Sanctum’s libraries, he slowly believed that he was becoming sidetracked by mystical forces.
As he turned to leave, he saw a book that stood out to him. He headed towards it, and as he reached for that book. His being was transported elsewhere. For the Sanctum knew his wishes and his thoughts. The consequences of his defiance of its rules grew too great for any simple spell, however, it awarded him the freedom he had wished. Sending him to a prison and a paradise.
As he fell for what felt like an entirety, Lance looked around the cosmic setting with a sense that had never felt before. HIs body turned into its normal hue as the effects of his father’s influence began to dwindle. And the magic coursed through his blood once more. However, he didn’t feel excited nor confused, not even angry or lost. Only one emotion took hold, a primal emotion that even the gods felt from time to time. A sustained feeling, as if something beyond him lurked in the cosmic shadows of it all.