It was a highly unpleasant feeling for White to have the control of his own body lost.
It was too fast for him to try to resist.
One moment, he was trying to dodge an impending strike, and in the next moment, all movement of his shut down for good.
Less than a second later, and it was like he had been switched away from the controlling seat.
The sensation was still the same.
He could feel the wind whistling past him as he floated meters off the ground, the inexplicable power pulsing through every cell in his body.
But, he wasn't in control.
Like he could only feel and not control.
It was a sensation that sent a crippling fear, leading to his heart pounding in his chest.
That, however, seemed to translate to his body as the Otherworlder felt his heart rate spiking.
The boy's performing actions that weren't under its control would lead to more soul corruption, so it turned to the bowing Otherworlder, pulling his head up.
