Ailord could feel a strange liquid around his body, a cold and slippery liquid that made his eyes instantly open wide. How shocked he was to find himself in a vast room as far as the eye could see, in pitch-black color with a yellow aura scattered everywhere, moving slowly as if blown by a gentle breeze.
When he tried to stand up, he realized that the liquid was the surface of a floor that had no bottom at all, only reflecting his image as if looking into a mirror. Inside, there was no smell or air temperature either. It felt as though he was in an empty place without life. He looked around, trying to find at least one sign of life, but could find nothing except the dark void that seemed to stare back.
Slowly, he began to walk, following a feeling that was leading him somewhere.
