It started with nothingness encompassing his mind as a whole.
Slowly, the eerie, cold air of the Inner Chamber faded away, the sound of Sha purring asleep snuffed by the void, and the hissing of Gandr swallowed by the void. A sense of detachment ensued, separating his senses from the surroundings.
For a moment, nothing was around him.
Lucivar felt like he was drifting in the void as a soul, devoid of any physical manifestation.
Around this nothingness, it doesn't bother him.
Instead, he felt like he belonged here—as if he had already arrived at his destination.
An empty space that was all for himself.
He couldn't see, couldn't smell, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, and couldn't touch.
All his senses were taken from him.
But soon, those senses came back—the first thing he felt was the violent rush of warm wind that heated up his skin. Then, the sound of iron against something solid. It was constant and steady, almost like the sound of a march.
