Whenever the sword breached the shadowy figures, their high pitched wails were abruptly cut short. Whatever forged this magical blade, it had the ability to deliver fatal blows even to creatures not of this world. Their shared remains tumbled to the dead earth, mounds of ash in the form of shards littered around Sebastien's feet.  More and more came, ignoring their fallen brethren, if they even acknowledged them at all. If they had any thoughts of self preservation, they gave no heed to it. Marching and charging and flailing, screaming and agonizing and pleading. Fate was on the prince's side to have given him such fortitude, for many have fallen to the long encircling clutches.<br/><br/>Much to the prince's chagrin, though, the tortured souls seemed endless in their pursuit. Onwards they pushed, forcing the living man's nimble feet to backstop deeper into the darkness. The urging was so subtle, it would only seem like the shuffling of feet circled in a fencing dance that kept Sebastien in the offensive parry. While very much the case, it pigeon holed him into a trap that neither pawn knew was set.<br/><br/>Like a coiled snake waiting to pounce, as if by some unseen queue. the spirits gave a grand push. Their flimsy limbs encircled around the prince, pulling, tugging, not to tear but to hold. They pushed and pushed, working to try settling him off balance, forcing him deeper into the darkness ready to consume him. To ensnare him.<br/><br/>The temperature dropped the more the spirits clung to him, the separate limbs melding into a single mass, looking to plunge him down into thick inky darkness. The shattered pieces from their comrade's fallen remains sparkled, the cracked, then burst forth into shimmering dust as the darkening wind swept them away to be absorbed with all the rest. In a rush of air the shrieking reverberated exuberantly loud in Sebastien's eardrums, making the thing hairs stand on end with the threat of snapping. On and on they echoed, until-<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>No sound. No feel.<br/><br/>Around him was a murkiness so thick, one couldn't see properly ahead of them. The semblance of a forest was gone, of any sort of natural environment. Dampness clung to every stitch of fabric, lingering on the outer layer of his skin. Any step the prince took reverberated with a ripple of water beneath his feet, though that could barely be seen.<br/><br/>It all became very clear that his foes had been swept away, not leading him with another curious fate.<br/><br/>He was alone.