The murkiness of Ryu's mind was only growing greater. Every time he tried to force his way out, he found himself trapped even further into the quagmire as though the mesh of time and space around him had formed a quicksand that he was already right in the middle of.
His Cosmos Fog was too thick and it felt endless. The more he etched into his bones, the more it flooded into those etchings and even into his body. It coopted his Bloodlines, and it was even encroaching on the rest of the inner organs. It might have already taken over his Meridians if they didn't have deep and profound abilities of their own.
He was like an animal stuck in a cage of his own making. He knew that this would happen, but he had chosen to do it anyway.