Chapter 135
Daelan
How long have I been here?
There's no one.
There's nothing.
I can't feel my limbs.
I can't see.
I can't even tell where my body begins or ends.
It's just… nothing.
The memory of struggling rises like a shadow through fog—the liquid pulling me under, heavier and heavier, like it had a will of its own. Aby was there at first, a flicker of midnight light in my peripheral awareness, but this time it didn't pull me out. It let me sink. Deeper. Further. Until the liquid vanished and I was left suspended in a void.
I try to move. I try to breathe. Nothing happens.
A floating speck of nothing in nothing.
But my mind—my mind still moves.
And in that movement, a thought forms: I have to leave.
I have to get back to her. My goddess.
I don't know how. I don't even know if time passes here. It could be seconds. It could be days. It could be years. But the need claws at me, a raw ache that cuts through the numbness.
