The space in the pits of Blithe's subconscious mind that was home to Ritter had changed. What once was a blank void of forgotten memories and whispers was now some kind of forest. Trees towered into the darkness with no visible canopy in sights, and what once were whispers now hissed between the tree's as wind. Deep within the thicket, at the heart of the forest, Ritter stood tall, his long slender arms extended. As he gained his senses bestowed by the merging with his new host, his shapeless face began to take on features. A silver mane fell down from his scalp, dangling freely across his pale visage. Eyes ripped open from sealed skin and looked out into the darkness. They were white like pearls and emotionless. Ritter grasped at his face, stretching his jaw and scratching at the skin that slowly tore apart to reveal his mouth. Air flowed into his body before he let out a loud primal scream, echoing throughout the forest and into Blithe's conscious mind.
