Outside the Old Pouch, everything was conquered by darkness just like usual, the air was stagnant, and it felt like nothing more than a small vacuum pocket.
The space and the air itself had the same cold, and frozen feeling to it, like nothing, had changed, in fact, that wasn't totally true, the air had changed.
Right now, it seemed to be colder, and like it carried some malicious intent to it. The pressure was definitely stronger than the previous times.
There was no sound, not even leaves falling, everything seemed to be just too calm, and unmoving, it felt like time itself had stopped right then and there.
Even though it was a single moment, a single instant it felt like more than an hour or something had passed by.
But most of that feeling disappeared in the next instant, as slowly a small bubble of light started coming into existence.
