The Power Of A Beast

Inside Ace's mindscape, the ex-assassin was concentrating on conjuring a doorway that'll lead him out. 

"Why is nothing happening?" His desperation increases the more time passes. He had communicated with the Sloth Saint earlier and couldn't help but get the feeling that something bad was happening. 

Although he trusts his friends will be in good hands, he was still very much worried. 

"Ace..."

"Huh? Kisha! Is that you!?" 

"I... Finally... Reached... You..." 

"Where have you been? I can't seem to get out, what do I do?" 

"Not... Much... Time... To... Get... Out... Break..." 

He listened carefully to the voice that echoed in his head. 

"Break..." 

"Kisha? Break what!? Hey, Kisha!" 

"Argh!" Ace slammed his fist to the ground in a fit of rage, that was his only chance on finding out how to escape his subconscious.