Re-Awakening

A few seconds after Nachash blocked my soul off from Ouroboros with his own ethereal body, the process began.

I could still see since our bodies were mad from interconnecting lines of light with nothing between, so I could clearly see what Ouroboros was doing.

That didn't mean that I was in danger or anything. No, Nachash would still protect me, because even though there was nothing there between those lines, it was still a solid thing, just intangible to one's vision is all.

But even though Nachash was blocking me from the shockwaves of whatever Ouroboros was doing. It still blew past me like a stormy wind, even though such a phenomenon shouldn't be possible here.

Either way, whatever the ancient blue serpentine was doing, seemed to be working, as a golden spark within the writhing whisps started to spark like the start of a fire.