The sound of rushing wind and the crackling of lightning came together to make a violent cacophony.
Apollo grit his teeth and fiercely resisted.
The wind carried him away easily.
His body was still covered by blue lightning. Though it did little to actually resist against the gales, it was a symbol of his struggle.
Apollo could hardly make sense of which way was up and which was down. His general direction was up, but his body jostled from the left and right, not by his own volition. It could be said that Apollo would go wherever the wind took him.
In his struggle, he eventually got closer to the black spot in the sky. Yet, it seemed that the wind was also repulsing him from the black spot as it sent him upwards.
At first, the sky was dark. But after quite some time, Apollo found himself squinting due to the bright light.
He was brought over the black spot. Though that was probably a bad description for what it was.
