Chapter 489
Crack—
With a pain that felt like it ripped through him, Ian’s vision went black.
Even through the agony, Ian violently ripped the hand off his arm and slammed the grasped mask down.
—You did... well, Friend...
Yog’s whisper reached him just as a final, deathlike tremor rippled through him.
The pain vanished in an instant—and like something had yanked him out, his consciousness was flung free.
A moment later, light exploded through the darkness. Dizzying vertigo surged alongside a rush of sensation.
Thump... Thump...
Even as the world spun, Ian could hear the bead of chaos essence thundering, and alongside it, a divine force he couldn’t name, burning wildly through him.
Then came the weight—the suffocating pressure of being buried alive in sludge. His heart felt ready to burst, but he couldn’t breathe. Ian forced his curled-up body to move, pushing, clawing his way out.
Splat—
He burst through the mud-like wall and fell out, tumbling down. He barely noticed the pain of the fall, numbed by the cold and dizziness.