"yes, some of our power will be sacrificed every time the ritual is performed, but just think on what will be gained should he continue on this path…."

Thomas lurched into a sitting position on the bed, kicking and flailing so wildly that he then fell heavily to the floor. On top of the nightmares, and unease at what he had done, he also couldn’t see, compounding his terror considerably. He scrabbled around on the floor for a good fifteen minutes before even vague blurry shapes began to swim before his eyes. It was enough improvement that he nearly cried with relief. It was also enough that he could tell he was still in the hotel room he had rented. He bumped around the room, collecting the few personal things he had brought with him, and exited the room before he could even make out his hand in front of his face, leaving the paraphernalia of his experiment for the hotel staff to deal with.