Chapter 6: Mockery In The Abyss
Stepping forward in response to the god sphere's provocation, a veiny chill breezes through and past Rowan's neck, prickling his skin and forcing a broad shudder to gallop across his body, the ends of his hair stiffening.
The room's silence was deafening, a quiet ring crawling along the edges of his ears, tickling his earlobes as it squirmed to make contact with his brain.
His heart's measured tempo fell apart as its thundering echoes impacted against his ribcage, the sensation of bursting forcing him to clench his chest with one hand.
As each pace took him closer and closer to the god sphere, Rowan felt his heart's pummels strengthen in potency, the throbbing pain forcing him to wince ever so slightly.
It wasn't until he was just a few steps away from the god sphere that he was finally able to let go of his chest, his surroundings now black and his hearing gone.
Rowan's guts pitched upwards, frantically searching for his surroundings as he lost sight of which way was down. He dipped into a free fall, the ground sizzling out from under him as he yelled out in shock.
It was only after a few seconds of flying off into the abyss that his descent ceased, his face flopping down from the sudden shift in momentum.
"What the hell is this?" He inquired, linear lips and furrowed brows plastered on his face.
Rowan felt a sweat run down along his nape, the sensation of heat etching a sharp dichotomy to the previous sensory deprivation that'd first incurred his confusion.
Rowan awkwardly fluttered his arms and legs, twisting his body inch by inch to the opposite direction.
After struggling for a couple seconds, he could barely discern a large, winged beast in the corner of his eyes.