Northern watched the entire scenery slowly transition. It was as if he was passing through the shattered part of space into another space that was almost equally desolate.
Only this one seemed a bit organized, although it emanated terror in its grotesque designs.
As he flew skyward, black rocks shot out like icicles dripping from the bowels of a cavernous expanse.
They merged to form a coagulation of some sort, spreading far and wide across the sky.
Northern didn't even think there was a way further—upwards.
So he turned and continued to fly straight, hoping to see how far the rock expanse went.
He continued to fly for a while until the entire light surrounding him started to dim.
He was slowly leaving the areas illuminated by the yellowish hue of that hollow sky and going toward somewhere else.
Somewhere he had no idea of.
