[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QCgTnAH.png[/img][/center] [hr][@Zeroth][@Duthguy]

With the slime having no ability to maintain its sense of self against Jason, the ghost's phantasmal grasp continued to tighten and constrict.  It convulsed violently in both body, and spirit.  It didn't want to die. So much fear, so much pain, an insurmountable dread of the coming end. Jason did more than witness it in the slime's convulsions, he could FEEL ALL OF IT. 

Despite the futility of the slime's fight, it took a full minute of violent spasms, before the dark blob went stiff one final time, then went limp, puddling on the ground.  For Jason, it had felt like an eternity that he had been trapped in that harrowing wrestling match, and despite the fact that the night was still young, and offered plenty of souls to drain, Jason was done draining souls for the night..... He.... He needed some time to get past this.

Laying a hand shaped pseudopod on Danny's shoulder to inform his ally that it was his otherworldly doing, Jason settled down just outside the hollowed log, activating [b][Meditation][/b] and entering the 'sleep' state to maximize its effects.  Jason would continue to do this all night until Danny awoke in the morning, moving around as different spots ran out of ambient mana, but staying in the general area, near enough to protect the hollowed log if any predators attempted to attack during the night.