Still, it was a futile attempt. The instant his void-filled eyes angled toward the direction of the Sand Globe, his mind began to churn violently, as if some unseen hand had reached into his skull and stirred his thoughts into sludge.
The pressure came without warning, and it was unlike anything he had ever felt. An indescribable, suffocating sense of danger pressed in from all directions, heavy and alive, as though the very concept of "threat" had materialized and wrapped itself around his being.
His consciousness teetered on the edge of collapse, fragments of thought threatening to shatter completely.
It felt as if his very existence would unravel.
Bound to be destroyed—not by the storm of sand itself, but by whatever hid inside it.
Yes.
Now he was sure.
