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Without his helmet, Arxus still had his slicked back hair and a blind left eye. His good eye glared towards the Dark One, and he spat directly on his face before he could do anything. Though as soon as he did, the being pressed his palm on Arxus's face and began the ritual, whatever it may be. The Dark One slumped on the floor but Arxus was left with a blinding pain that ripped through his head. He screamed in pain, thrashing about and trying to free himself from his bindings, but to no avail. That thing was in his head now. Before long, he felt unconscious. Or that's what it seemed like.

The interior of the ritual chamber was no more. Everything was replaced with a thick darkness, and screams echoed across an endless plain of black. Arxus tried to move but he realized he was no longer bound by maglocks. Several tendrils seeped from the wall and binded him there. He was forced to peer into the darkness, and he swore that it was staring right back at him. He tried to speak but no words came out. What the hell was going on?