In nebulous darkness, a massive figure moved forward.
Inky black tentacles surged forward from his body, binding a smaller figure in place.
Morgan groaned, straining against the massive tentacles.
The movement of the gargantuan tentacles rocked the space in which they were currently trapped.
"You see, no matter what you do, it's all futile."
His connection with the Void World continued to fluctuate erratically, ebbing and becoming clear in a maddening, continuous paradox.
With every step the giant took forward, the ground quaked violently.
Harrowing waves of power emanated from the giant's figure, washing over Morgan in ripples of searing heat.
Morgan bit his tongue, holding back an agonized scream.
He was slowly getting used to the pain, but still…
In the distance, the light from Emily's figure was fading fast.
Morgan could feel it. While the sensation was new, he could vaguely sense the movement of the rest of the figures moving in this dark space.
