What the hell is going on?
It was the only thought Zarek could have. It felt like he was stuck in a limbo, his body trapped in a vat of swirling energies.
He was weightless, and almost at the point where he felt like he lacked any sort of substance at all. It was the sort of feeling that could make a man feel as though there was nothing left to live for, as though their life was about to come to an end.
Enough to make one despair.
Zarek felt like he was still alive, like he still had a chance, but he didn't know where it could come from. Confusion colored his features and he couldn't grasp what was happening at all.
"I have never seen something like this before…"
The voice was calm, but it came from everywhere at once as though it was omnipresence itself. It seeped into the cracks and crevices of reality, weaving into space and time and echoing across the ages.
