Emilo’s eyes widened in fear as the paper was set on fire, his one plan was now doomed to failure. His grip around Meranko got tighter, but as the being spoke he lost focus and slowly the glow around his Zanpkuto fainted away. He tried to comprehend every word and he mostly understood. However before he managed to answer he was enveloped in the black orb only the faint words of “pleas don..t” could be heard as he was fully trapped inside the orb unable to escape it. 

The vocabulary of Emilo could not explain how horrible it was inside that orb. Everything was silent, everything was deserted, and the world…the world seemed abandoned. Emilo was sure that he was about to go insane numerous times. He tried to talk to himself to make it seem less lonely, but this world was picking away at his very being and soon he could not last much longer. After what seemed like 100 years Emilo’s eyes finally closed.

Just as soon as his eyes had closed they opened again, not in the same place or the same time. He felt sand under his body. Crawling his way up onto his knees he looked around and everyone he had gone off to the mission was there. “How..how did we end up here ?” His memory was foggy at best and it somehow felt like big parts had gone missing, but he blamed it on dehydration. But one thing he was of was that something had changed. “What in the world has happened ?”