The specter of Ethan's former self continued to exude tendrils of grey-black vapor, twisting and braiding them into chains that slithered through the air, each one lunging toward him with malicious intent.
Ethan's true form observed it all with detached calm, his expression utterly indifferent. The chains, steeped in every imaginable shade of negativity such as rage, despair, and corrosive self-loathing, struck his body again and again, only to be repelled as if they had collided with an invisible wall.
