The moment the illusions stopped, Kyle rushed toward the boundary, but once again, he couldn't reach it. He sat down on the carpet of darkness, feeling peeved.
The illusions had examined his will by presenting him with everything one could desire, probing whether he would reach out and want for them to become his reality. Yet, he still couldn't reach that boundary.
The inky darkness around him seemed to mock his struggles, amplifying his anger. In that moment, he should have felt lost, but surprisingly, he didn't. Instead, he gazed into the dark void and regained his composure, waiting for something to happen again.
Time trickled by, and he felt suffocated in the oppressive, eerie silence that seemed to stretch infinitely. He couldn't even disturb it, as he didn't have a true body here.
Suddenly, a fleeting thought crossed his mind that he should leave this dark place if he couldn't stepped through the boundary, but he brushed it aside immediately.
