Dark Prison

Dark Prison.

This is what Caius named his power.

The veins on the old man's neck turned black, followed by the dimming of his eyes. Gradually, his pair of eyes were covered in a layer of inky darkness. Only black could be seen.

Duke Windsor, who was facing the attack, immediately felt that something was wrong. Then everything went silent. Black. Cold.

There was only endless darkness.

Duke Windsor wanted to reach out for Caius' hand that grabbed his throat, but his sensation of touch was gone.

He could no longer smell the blood, the dust, or the earth anymore, nor taste the blood wafting through the air from his body.

Everything remained blank. Dark. There was literally nothing.

The old man felt like a shell in his own body, trapped in a world of darkness with silence and emptiness as his only companions. All five of his senses—touch, sight, hearing, taste, and smell—were gone.