Inala stared at the Minor Treasure of Prana Stitch, grinning contently, "It's Prana Stitch, exactly what I wanted."
He extended his hand and touched the Minor Treasure, sensing it fuse with his Spirit Container. Immediately in response, he could hear his heartbeats loudly, feeling strength leave his body as his legs kneeled, "Keuk!"
Thump! Thump!
All his blood seemed as if it was being sucked into his heart, with his Prana retreating into the Spirit Container. His eyes darkened, preventing him from seeing. Following sight, he lost his sense of hearing, touch, taste, and finally, even thought process.
An instant of absolute void later, he recovered his hearing first, feeling his heartbeats accelerating gradually, as if he was born in the womb of his mother. He recovered his senses one after another, feeling a warmth rush through his body as Prana gushed out of his Spirit Container, coursing through his body as usual, carried by the blood.
