Nishjin finally fully regains consciousness and looks around, his eyes as big as coins.
'What WAS THAT?!'
Trembling, he started moving towards that town, picking up his nunchucks as he went.
Looking down at them, he remembered what he saw, what he felt... Almost as if his soul was ripped from his body into a black nothingness.
Unable to think of anything else, he looked around, wondering why it had happened.
'I'll... ask Mara if I see her again. But I'm exhausted, I need to replenish my Aura.'