Eccar stared at the rift with his thoughts that now churning hard.
"What does it mean? Who spoke to me? And why am I not supposed to be here yet?"
The voice — or whatever it was — had vanished and leaving him with a torrent of questions that only heightened his anxiety. Every answer seemed just out of reach and taunting him. However, even in his fear and unease there was a pull and a compulsion that refused to let him leave.
The rift called to him and urged him closer.
"If it's calling for me, why am I not supposed to be here?"
Eccar clenched his fists against the chains that bound him, his body taut with frustration and conflict. The desire to give in to the rift's pull battled with the warning that resonated in his soul.
"What am I supposed to do?"
