He couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear anything. Yet he felt something. There was a strong presence. No matter how hard he stained his eyes he couldn't figure out what it was or where it was coming from. He closed his eyes and focused, finally realizing what it was. Somewhere in that box was his old self, with deathly murderous intent.
He had a demanding urge to just flare out and destroy the box itself but he resisted. He closed his eyes. He had to focus on defeating himself. The only question was how. He thought and realized he would have to subdue the demonic energy surrounding him.
He focused, staining every muscle in his body. He slowly collected the energy around him, building it up into one part of his body. He didn't know when it started or when it would stop. All that he knew was this. He forgot everything else. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore.
He was so focused he didn't even notice when the pressure lightened and the door creaked open. He finally noticed light filtering onto his face. His body telling him it was over, he released all the tension in his body and collapsed to the floor.
The last thing Tsukune remembered was dark shapes passing before his closing eyelids. Finally giving in, he closed his eyes and embraced the darkness.
