The world twisted the moment he crossed the threshold of flesh and fang.
Light vanished
But even without seeing, he could tell that this place was colossal.
He could unleash his strongest and biggest spell, the kind that lit up battlefields and cracked asteroid crusts… and it would've flickered here like a spark.
Power meant nothing in a place this vast.
So instead of trying to fight the darkness, he changed tactics.
He muttered a quiet incantation under his breath, weaving it tight and low. No flare. No light. Just a change in perception.
A ripple moved through him.
Suddenly, the world returned—not to his eyes, but to every nerve in his body.
The air pressed in different rhythms. The walls hummed with faint vibrations. He felt space itself breathing, pulsing.
Like a bat mapping the world in echoes, he saw with sensation.
SWOOOOSH!
He pressed forward.
Then, faintly at first, a glow appeared in the distance—a pale light cutting through the thick darkness.
