As the colossal form of Drakaris disappeared, Asher felt the world around him shift. The darkness enveloped him, thick and palpable, a cloak of absolute obscurity that seemed to alter the very fabric of his surroundings.
He braced himself, a sense of disorientation briefly seizing him, before his feet found solid ground once more.
But this was no ordinary terrain; he stood enveloped in pitch-black darkness, a void where light dared not venture.
Yet, Asher remained undaunted. His eyes pierced through the darkness with unnatural clarity, unlike when he had first entered the tower.
The absence of light, which would have blinded any other, was no obstacle to him. He saw the world around him as if bathed in the light of day, every detail sharp and defined.
He knew his bloodline allowed him to see clearly in complete darkness and realized that when he entered, the darkness that enveloped him was not simple at all.
