Rise Of The Immaterial Man

A God

I took a deep breath and followed Sophia into the grand lobby of the mansion, my hand resting loosely on the hilt of my wand.

We’d come this far, and I was determined to see this mission through to the end.

As we entered the lobby, I was struck by the beauty of the room.

The high ceiling was adorned with intricate mouldings, and the walls were covered in lush, golden wallpaper.

But that beauty was marred by the sight of several people slumped against the walls, their eyes closed in a deep sleep.

Sophia and I exchanged a knowing look. When they had been disconnected from the rogue Immateria the people must have instantly fallen asleep. Perhaps it was their brain's natural defence against such a psychic onslaught.

Whatever the reasoning behind the sudden unconsciousness of the humans in the mansion was beside the point. The fact they’d been knocked out meant they’d be less of a hassle when the fighting began. The last thing we wanted was a bunch of people running around like headl