09-12-2024, 12:07 AM
As Jaxen stared into the shadowed face of the Emissary, the darkness seemed to stretch and expand, enveloping him entirely. The world around him dissolved, and his awareness was yanked inward, his mind spiraling into itself.
It felt like the icy grip of the Moskva River, curling up his arm. The cold snaked through his veins, tightening in his throat with a shock so sudden it stole his breath.
When that shard of ice lodged in his brain, his consciousness plunged into a void. All but the Ancient Power vanished. It loomed around him like an infinite sky, leaving him feeling small—insignificant. Fear prickled at him. He dared not glance down, terrified he'd find himself drifting in a vast emptiness—or worse, that he’d have no body at all. There was no pain, no overt discomfort. Yet something in him shivered with the awareness that he was no longer alone.
His eyes snapped wide. He turned and saw...something. It lacked a definite form, a shifting presence that barely resembled a face. If it had a mouth, it was a crude imitation.
"Who.. what are you?" Jaxen asked. His voice trembled with a mix of curiosity and alarm. Yet no immediate threat presented itself. The power still thrummed around him, glowing in the endless, flat expanse.
To those watching, Jaxen stood motionless. The Power flowed through him, his body rigid, unresponsive. Even when probed or touched, he gave no sign of awareness. His mind had retreated far within, communing with the creature at a level that transcended ordinary thought.
It felt like the icy grip of the Moskva River, curling up his arm. The cold snaked through his veins, tightening in his throat with a shock so sudden it stole his breath.
When that shard of ice lodged in his brain, his consciousness plunged into a void. All but the Ancient Power vanished. It loomed around him like an infinite sky, leaving him feeling small—insignificant. Fear prickled at him. He dared not glance down, terrified he'd find himself drifting in a vast emptiness—or worse, that he’d have no body at all. There was no pain, no overt discomfort. Yet something in him shivered with the awareness that he was no longer alone.
His eyes snapped wide. He turned and saw...something. It lacked a definite form, a shifting presence that barely resembled a face. If it had a mouth, it was a crude imitation.
"Who.. what are you?" Jaxen asked. His voice trembled with a mix of curiosity and alarm. Yet no immediate threat presented itself. The power still thrummed around him, glowing in the endless, flat expanse.
To those watching, Jaxen stood motionless. The Power flowed through him, his body rigid, unresponsive. Even when probed or touched, he gave no sign of awareness. His mind had retreated far within, communing with the creature at a level that transcended ordinary thought.