The absolute, sensory-deprived void was a suffocating tomb of silence and stagnant air. The spatial anomaly Alaric had forged lacked the natural atmospheric currents of the physical world. The temperature hovered at a chilling, indifferent baseline, biting at the exposed skin of Noble Consort Cui Yulan as the final protective layer of her dark violet profound-steel breastplate clattered uselessly against the invisible floor.
Cui Yulan remained kneeling, her posture rigid despite the agonizing tremors wracking her exhausted musculature. Her vision was a wall of impenetrable black, the 'Optic Nerve Suppression' spell ensuring that her eyes registered nothing but the void.
She felt the heavy, calloused hands of the man she believed to be Corbin grip the collar of her dark silk under-tunic.
