He reinforced his consciousness, drawing on the vast ocean of power locked in his subconsciousness. The pressure eased immediately but didn't stop.
The entity was patient. It had been here for millennia, it could wait and now Galthor was right in its domain. Talk about Irony.
For a moment Galthor actually panicked, what if he fell through space time into another place entirely? What if he fell into places that's not even the Abyssal land anymore?
Galthor fell for what felt like hours. Days. The twisted space-time of the canyon made it impossible to know for certain. At some point, he stopped trying to track the passage of time and simply existed in the endless descent.
Then, without warning, he stopped.
He expected to crash, but he just..... stopped. His momentum simply ceased, and he found himself standing on solid ground as if he'd stepped off a stair.
He looked around, his expression weary.
