The beautiful wings of a butterfly appeared at Snow's back, and with a single flap, he shot forward, traversing the distance between them in an instant.
His eyes shimmered like green glimmers were trapped within, and in the next moment, Godfrey found himself standing on a cliff. Deep darkness stretched all around him, endless and suffocating, and even one step in any direction would send him spiraling downward into the abyss.
A war exploded between his mind and body. He knew this wasn't real, but his body screamed otherwise, the fear of death, as anyone would face in such a situation, plagued him relentlessly. No matter how much Godfrey tried to deny it, he just couldn't force his feet to take that one deciding step.
"Is he fighting with himself? What's he doing?" Elisabeth frowned as she watched Godfrey glance around, confusion etched on his face.
