In Benedict's mind. Benedict's soul could not leave and was trapped in the deep recesses of his subconscious mind. Benedict's soul was bound with a very strong black chain.
They could only stare at the holographic screen of Jester torturing 50 Aetherians in their own predicted "Dark Game". Weaponised, those who thought they were also being controlled and manipulated by the Jester.
"Aaaargh!" Benedict roared to break the strong chains that bound his soul.
But it still did not work. "What a shithead. You think I'm just a weak, stupid soul."
Jester's soul floated up and surrounded Benedict. His gaze was very cynical, "You're just a fly that I need to milk. It's no use trying to break those chains, ha-ha-ha..."
Benedict smiled, "You think I'm a yesterday afternoon kid or a freshman? Let's see this chain or my stronger power, awakening drive."
"Boom."