บท 363: His return

He was surrounded by a cloud of ambivalence and power, a fast stream that surged into him and shielded him from the outside world all at once. Inside that cloud, he had a measure of peace. 

As much as someone like him could hope to get because nothing mattered here. Not love or hate. All his worries and hopes evaporated. Inside the cloud was nothing, no right or wrong, just power.

Then he felt it, a mind-numbing level of panic quickly followed by fear, he felt the anger and the deep level of despair.

He knew the feelings were not his own, but they spurred a strong protective urge in him but he was loath to wake up. Living was nothing compared to the power he was consuming now, nothing held a lure to the peace he finally had.