Blackness engulfed Caedus within himself. the only sound he heard was the rough panting of his breath in the cold, dampened cave. He took a step forward, then another, and another. The floor was strangely rough. It felt like stone beneath his feet. He took out his blade and held it in front of him, if only to get some idea of distance to prevent himself from walking into a wall. He kept on walking forward, no sight, no sound other than his own harsh breathing. He was blind, deaf and dumb, and he was walking with demons. He could feel them all around him.
As he walked, suddenly, he stopped. He saw a figure walk up to him, dressed in militaary clothing, scarred and burnd skin tissue all over him. He had the look of a fighter about him. Yet, he seemed somewhat... Empty. Ethereal, in a sense. Caedus grinned for a moment, remembering what Vent had told him. He looked the spirit of Forenz in the eye and laughed at him. He thought it was quite comical that Forenz now had to dwell in the spirit world.
"Ha ha ha... Look at you you old fool! You certainly have outdone yourself! Well... At least you look better dead than alive! Ha ha ha!"
Caedus conitnued to scoff at Forenz. He remembered what Vent had told him. This was all in his mind. He was in no real danger. Forenz grumbled a moment and clenched his ethereal fist. He pulled out a mace, the same one he had fought against Caedus with in their final bout. Caedus smirked and laughed even harder.
"Oh, so now the vengeance of the Big Bad Ghost is supposed to frighten me? Ha! You cannot harm me! I am living, and you are DEAD!"
Caedus' sentance was cut short by a sharp pain in the side of his head. He had been knocked off his feet by a blow from a very powerful, and very real mace. He touched his wound and what he found was disturbing. He found some very real blood. He could even smell it. The thoughts furrowing throughout his head were cut short, once again, by another blow from the mace to his chin. He flew off the ground and landed with a thud. Blood gushed from his skull as he spit out a tooth. He couldnt believe it.
Caedus staggered to his feet. He thrust his sword into Forenz' chest. This time it was Forenz' turn to scoff. The blade passed through him as if he was made of air. Forenz' ghastly fist met Caedus' stomach, causing blood to spew from the young man's mouth. Caedus did'nt know what to do. Another spirit walked forward from the mist. This one Caedus did not recognize. It was a man dawned in tattoos and dark robes. The man held out his hands and Caedus was pinned against the wall by a mystical force. Lightning spread from the fingertips of the tattooed man and Caedus' entire body was racked with pain.
Slipping in and out of consciousness, he noticed the appearance of one more spirit. This one he had never seen before... But the look of fear that smeared itself across his face was one of pure terror. He had read about this demon in novels describing the Destrian Conflict. It was Naxus. Naxus was a being of pure dark power. Naxus lifted his hand, and Caedus was filled with piercing pain. All his muscles cramped and seemed to implode on themselves at the same time. There was nothing he could do. He was going to die here. He could feel it.
Suddenly, the voice.. That cold, dreaded voice in his head popped in. How about you let me handle these fools... I have the power, after all...
Caedus blacked out. When he awoke, the spirits had vanished, and he was standing up again, no marks on him, his teeth back in place, and no wounds of any kind. He was very puzzled... He looked around, and thats when he saw it. He was face to face with the cloaked figure who he had seen kill his mother in his dream. The figure's eyes were still peircingly bloodshot and ferally yellow. The figure spoke darkly, in an octave far below Caedus' own.
"Caedus... You know me... You know who I am... You will never escape me.. I will break free.."
The voice sent a chill up Caedus' spine as the spirit faded away. Caedus continued walking through the dark abyssal path... uncertain of his direction or bearings.