There was no sound, no smell, and no light, blocking their sight and enriching their fright. As time passed, the feeling Haesha said became increasingly obvious. It was obvious to the extent Jyorta could detect it without the help of his false persona.
They were being guided somewhere, against their will, their bodies working beyond their control. Jyorta felt a slight strain in his legs, his brimming fear seeking to collapse his sanity. He felt his senses getting dull, a sense of drowsiness gently seeping into him.
"Haesha, what about…" He paused, shocked, sensing his voice muffled into non-existence. He then uttered another set of words, watching the muffling sensation creep closer and closer. Soon, he couldn't even hear his voice.
