This was the first time Dirga fell into a dark and black hole, and his body felt as if a large rock had crushed it. If the youth closed his eyes, the pain from the pressure would intensify until he decided to open them.
Not only did he fall into the dark abyss of the spiraling waterfall, but it felt like he was being chased by the darkness itself, which was trying to pull and push him deeper and deeper.
"Ugh! This is interesting!" The young man's great-grandson coughed, blood coming out of his mouth because of the cough, but instead he smiled. "Am I going to die here?"
He didn't feel like he was going to fall any time soon; the sound of the waterfall kept getting louder and louder and made him feel like he was being ostracized. His body was getting more and more like it was being squeezed, flanked from all sides, until it felt like, even if he moved just a little, he might just crumble.
"Calm down... Dirga...." he muttered to himself.
