Bayo stood in shock, in his soul space. He could not connect with the physical, no matter how much he tried his best. It was as if he had been cut off.

And right before him, the enormous ball for energy which continuously pulsed, the representation of his soul was in for worse. What used to be vibrant and bright was barely a thinned out ball of almost darkened substance. And all through the form of it, several cracks ruptured about it, the black miasma once again, trying to connect the pieces together as an adhesive. However, try as hard as it could, it could barely salvage the situation, the best achievable was a stalemate. Several strands of miasma rush out to catch the breakaway pieces of the soul, reattaching them to the main part before shooting out again to catch some new breakaways.

A hand latched to the shoulder of the frightened Bayo, making him turn his back now.

'I warned you, Bayo. I did. This is the result of ignoring the Soul Adaptation period. You constantly ignored it, constricting your soul to adapt suddenly to constantly changing conditions.' Yasmin said, shrugging. 'Just sad that I am here with you.'

'Then do something. You know I had to make those choices to survive.' Bayo said, turning left to clasp on the hand of Yasmin. 'Do something.'

'Obviously. My doing something is not enough. Soul Adaptation is not meant to limit you. It is meant to gently acclimate your soul to new working conditions of the new form you take.' The Soul genie sighed. 'Let's face it, Bayo. We are both going to die. And there is nothing you or I can do about it.' Yasmin said, sighing and then bending over to sit on the ground as he watched the scene before him.

"No… no… no… I can't accept this. No… no….' Bayo yelled out in desperation, tears running down his face as he watched, the fading of the light within his soul.

'You brought this Soul Fragmentation upon yourself kiddo.' Yasmin said coldly, already accepting the situation. 'Be man enough to accept it.'