Sagiri staggered back, one hand clutching his chest. The wound pulsed painfully as he watched with horror. Instead of healing, it was rotting. Sagiri pulled out the knife, but the wound still refused to heal. His breathing grew uneven as the pain persisted and blood flowed out of him like water.
Sagiri let out a guttural howl from deep in his throat before he fell to all fours. The archive that always stayed inside his mind was now looming around him like a sphere. It contracted to his body's size, swallowed him whole before plunging through the earth of the shadow and pillar arena, and sank with him deep into the ground. Sagiri did not know how that happened, but he was soon falling into a dark pool under the arena. He had not known it was there, but after falling through the concrete and space for a while, he was plunged into a pool.
