Tharaxis's presence became his anchor in the void.
The dragon's voice resonated through Jack's consciousness like a lighthouse beacon in absolute darkness, offering clarity when the sensory deprivation threatened to drive him toward madness.
'Focus on the pattern. The dark mana follows a rhythm, even in its chaos. Find the pattern beneath the rebellion. Impose order. Establish structure. Control will follow naturally once chaos has been mapped.'
'I can feel it trying to corrupt you,' Tharaxis continued, his ancient voice carrying both warning and encouragement. 'The miasma seeks to rewrite your consciousness, to make you into something that serves darkness rather than commanding it. You must remember who you are. You must hold onto your identity even as the element tries to erase it.'
