Ymir opened the gates, and stepped out into the corridor.
However, his bare feet met nothing.
There was no stone, no warmth from heating runes, or any sort of scent.
The melody of Zither that resonated throughout the castle of symphony was gone. The whole space just felt like a vacuum
He looked down, his feet rested on black invisible surface, as if he was standing on a glass.
Oddly enough, there was not light, yet every part of him remained visible to him. His robe was still intact, hair were still slightly damp.
He raised his head in every direction, and it was just all unbroken black. He couldn't see anything. He turned around and the doorframe which he just walked through had disappeared.
He stood still for a moment. Moved his eyes across the emptiness.
"Ah—oh," He placed a hand on his jaw, "I can speak and…even hear myself. This is something,"
Then, far ahead in the dark, a shape took form.
