It quickly became clear that Jenso was not moving anytime soon. The darkness around him began to close in, crushing his very soul beneath a never ending torrent of endless energy. For a moment it seemed hopeless, but soon, he heard something familiar. Another bright light in the foggy darkness. It was warm, but weak. It seemed familiar,

	"..J...N.."

	That voice..! Jonathan?!" The boy that Prisma had slain was here!