Sebastien tried to focus on the darkness, trying to find some difference int he endless depths of the visionless expanse he found himself trapped within. He paced a few steps deeper into the strange landscape when he felt the pressure upon his back. His muscles went ridged at the seemly soft touch, unable to move as if the cold air around him had turned to ice and bound him in place. He listened, as the rough voice echoed around him as if form nothing at all. Though, despite his bodies terror, he found the strength to speak out against the dark entity. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">I did not come here to hide anything from you, you will not live long enough for it to be anything of use to you.</span>" He said definitely but as he did he felt the pressure of the touch turn to a brief pain, as the claws dug into his skin, forcing him forward.<br/><br/>In an attempt to free himself from the creatures grasp he spun upon his heels, his sword in both hands as he swung it towards the hand and figure on his back. The blade flying through the air as if weightless through the darkness. Piercing the hand at the back of him and disconnecting it from the rest of the silhouette but it would have seemed to do little to nothing for Sebastien.<br/><br/>His balance had been thrown off by the push and the spinning swing he had attempted, he found himself falling backward the glossy black surface below him. As he felt his body grow near he could fear the cold dark figures reach out and pull him below the surface of what seemed like a great expanse of water. Slowly, he was pulled deeper, Sebastien shaking and pushing against the hands that dragged him deeper. He couldn't let loose of the air in his lungs but his body cried for air and as he was pulled deeper he could feel his body losing strength, growing weaker with every second it was deprived. The fear that raged within his eyes too began to fade as his mind grew dark, the only vision left to be seen was the gleaming sword as it slowly slipped from his grasp. His fingers losing grip as the weightless silver hilt began to float away to be consumed by the darkness too.<br/><br/>He looked at the blue gen that adorned its hilt, focusing in on it as his eyes began to slip closed. A final plea escaping his lips as he whispered a few words that were lost to the current of the darkness, a few small bubbles that left his soft lips and his eyes slowly closed.<br/><br/>But in that moment the gem upon the hilt of the sword began to glow with an intense brightness that the shadows around it cried in pain, the blue light shooting of the gen shooting out tiny tendrils of magic which whipped through the dark waters to grab hold of Sebastien's limp hand. Propelling the man free from the dark creatures grasp with a rough pull and just as his fingers were wrapped around the gleaming hilt the sword shot skyward, ripping Sebastien free from the current and into the sky of the dark realm. It exploded with a final bit of magic it could muster, restoring Sebastien with the strength he would need to survive, just as he began to fall through the air, back upon the cold ground. But free of the darkness that tried to claim him.