On the stage, two souls found themselves trapped within strange bodies. They realized with horror that they were confined in flesh not their own, beginning to struggle fiercely, beating against their prisons like being trapped in glass coffins. Yet, the malevolent force emanating from Landric tightly ensnared them, like a cocoon nurturing new life.
Landric chanted his incantations with a fervor that bordered on madness, his face twisted in a grotesque expression of ecstasy. He tilted his head back as if embracing something descending from the heavens. Elvira watched him, only to see the whirling black mist above the hall roar.
In this mist, Landric's figure gradually gave way to that of the boy, his gaze filled with malevolence nearly tangible. Initially, the trapped souls thrashed in panic within their unfamiliar bodies, but they were now hypnotized, sitting quietly within their physical shells.