Chapter 35
Yoren's spirit felt as if it had been pulled into another realm.
He wasn't sure what he was seeing—perhaps something long forgotten, or just a dream slipping between his fingers. The images flickered like a dying flame, shifting without reason.
Then, stillness.
Yoren lay flat on the ground, the vast blue sky stretching endlessly above him. He stared at it, unmoving, as time unraveled. Seconds melted into eternity, and eternity reshaped the world before his eyes. Mountains crumbled into the sea. Deserts transformed into sprawling grasslands. He could feel the centuries pass, though to him, it was just a moment.
Why was he gazing at the sky? Was there something waiting beyond the deep blue expanse?
He couldn't move. He couldn't even feel his own existence. The weight of time pressed down on him, suffocating, endless.
Then, in a daze, he saw it. His own hand reaching out, as if emerging from the depths of the earth, straining toward the sky.
And from above, another hand descended to meet his.
They reached across time and space, shattering dimensions, defying the very fabric of reality. When their fingers finally clasped together, the world around him cracked apart. The sky dissolved. The earth split open. Light and darkness bled into each other, swallowing everything whole.
Theresis narrowed his eyes at Yoren's lifeless face, something unsettling stirring within him.
The air grew heavy, thick with an unseen force. It was like the stillness before a raging storm, a presence rising from Yoren's body—something impossible.