Chapter 158: Source Origin(8)
Cades yearned for nothing more than to just run away, to get away from this huge lamp made of skin, the lamp that was hovering above the endless nothing permeated with the very light that was, even now, torturing his very eses, even though they were shut as tightly as he could muster, sealed with all his strength, even subconsciously being protected by intent.
But no matter what, even with his brain, his entire self, falling apart and turning into smithereens as he realized that this thing, this infinite wall, this tower he only knew to be a tower because he had felt a curvature from far away, this tower that now seemed more like an endless wall, this tower that was higher than he could see, and he tried, his neck beginning to hurt as he looked up, sending waves of mana once more, just as he had done to get a picture of the landscape, be it in a more lineal way, not being able to 'see' an end to this infinitely extending being, as he realized that all of this was a living, probably breathing, being.
Well, he wasn't certain about breathing, but he was certain that he could not get away..
What was the alternative to standing here ?
It was to stand on another of the beasts, those beasts that were in all likelihood still moving that which had seemed to be tentacles, not that Cades could really see them right now, having concentrated completely on his surroundings, something he would come to be very grateful for quite soon, seeing as something was changing once more, as if in tact with Cades capability to catch up to things, however diminished it was now, after having been stuck in that endless limbo for quite some time, well, not that long, but long enough to lose concentration, especially since he had not slept since entering the realm from before, but now, he had begun to feel the need ever so slightly, though his mind didn't seem to be capable of sensing his own need to sleep anymore.
His body, despite him not realizing, was even more tired than his mind was after all the time he had spent mindlessly walking, waiting in the trash chute, having to kill Manug, losing everything, or at least thinking that he had lost everything he could ever have and ever had, having suffered great pain, having lost an arm and a leg, having been engraved with whatever it was that now resided within his body.
There was no doubt about it, it would surely take it's toll on him, no, it already did take a toll on him, his mind was just too out of touch with his sleeping cycle to realize it, having stopped caring about sleep and rest at some point, perhaps something left over by the other Cades, a kind of mixture of the two's memories, a weird cocktail of problems with the mind, and it would take it's revenge on him, a revenge that might very well bring him down onto the floor, sleeping out of nowhere, something his body might just force him to do soon, if the adrenaline inside of him ever stopped moving frantically, driven by thew fear and danger of what surrounded him.