บท 137: Sorely Needed

It took him several minutes of sitting there like a moth staring at a flame before he realized that it wasn't actually *looking* at him. It was merely a trick of his mind.

In actuality, the black sun was "looking" everywhere at once, casting a dim shadow on his Inner World like a twisted mirror of an actual sun. When Morne had looked at it, this shadow had shifted and made it seem like the black sun was looking back at him.

Still, he released a shuddering breath as tried his best to forget about the horrible events of earlier that day. Then, a sense of determination welling up within him, he delved deeper into the black sun with his Sense.

Something he would regret instantly.

The moment his Sense made contact with the black sun, instead of just observing its edges as he had been doing, it was like a bomb had gone off in his mind.