Verge of Losing Control
Jyorta sat cross-legged, occupying the space near Heima's legs. He closed his eyes and took in the view of his blue soul, watching his surroundings turn dark. The Caterpillar sat on his right palm, waiting in silence with its arms crossed, gazing at the rectangular box placed on his left palm.
His psychic arm gushed into the opening of the rectangular box, lifting a Brain Crystal, sending it to the Caterpillar, dropping it into its tiny arms. As the Caterpillar ate the Brain crystal in relish, the psychic arm returned to the rectangular box, intending to slowly lift another Brain Crystal, noticing the box filled with one hundred Brain Crystals once again.
Atika Light's voice trailed into his ears, "Don't distract yourself; I'll continuously replenish their contents."
Jyorta bowed in her direction once, almost prostrating himself. He then retracted his gaze, looking at the broiling fog before him, like a sea of clouds being stirred up by a jet stream.