The Best for Anouk

 Zero stood in the middle of the clearing. He had gone out of the body of the poor fellow he had transmigrated into and into the body of Lincoln Sands. A wealthy third-generation spendthrift in the Capital.

His trusted bird was hovering above the clearing that he had purchased in an audition. It had been over two months and everything was almost ready.

Pitter-patter!

Thunderous rumbles echoed through the air. The circle had grown to be the size of three watermelons. Boundless darkness circled within. The darkness so deep that it seemed to be capable of seeping into one's soul. Every few seconds, a cluster of light would pass within the circle and then vanish.

He took a deep breath and entered inside the circle. Without light, it was tough for his naked eyes to track their movement so Zero closed his eyes and activated his mental energy inside.