Sebastien felt like he was slicing through armies of shadow figures as he went on. His glowing blade flying left and right, the sounds of shattering figures roared in his ears, accompanied only by their hallow screams as they were reduced to ash. But no matter how many he killed, it felt like wave after wave came. But he stood his ground, or so he thought. Little did he know as they pushed further and further with each wave, he was slowly inching backward, inching back further. Disoriented by the onslaught of figures and sound that attacked him endlessly, until it suddenly came to a complete gutwrenching stop.<br/><br/>Sebastien's eyes darted back open, but instead of the gloomy landscape, he expected to find himself in again. He found nothingness, absolutely nothing. He stood upon a blank landscape void of everything but himself. His blue-eyed gaze looking for something, anything in the darkness, but there was nothing. He really was alone.<br/><br/>His mind racing with questions, '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">Am I dead? Is this Limbo? Was all the fighting for nothing?</span></i>' among the countless others. All he could focus on were the words in his head because this place was void of everything else, he couldn't feel a thing, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything or even smell the rotting smell of the old oaks that once decorated the side of the road.<br/><br/>Finally, he took a step, and the black gleaming floor he stood on rippled, as if he stood on a giant puddle, the surface dancing in the non-existent light. But Sebastien felt no water, for a moment. But as the ripples circled his feet he began to feel the dampness of the air. But this realization, didn't calm him at all. He needed out of this place, whatever it was. Likely another trick by whatever haunted his path.. it must be.<br/><br/>Sebastien took his sword in hand and sent the tip of the blade into the floor of his new prison as he whispered a new incantation. "<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff"><i>Lumière de naissance.</i></span></span>" And as the tip of his blade collided with the glassy surface of the ground, seven tendrils of light escaped the tip of his sword, flashing out and bouncing around the surface like seven tiny white phoenixes as they began to pour light into the new realm he stood upon. But as fate would have it, he watched as the gloomy surface reached out and devoured the tiny flickers of light, plunging Sebastien back into the dark.