Atlas fell through the blackness with no idea where he could or would land.
He tried to look around for any sort of clue as to where he was or what he was aiming at, but it was futile.
After all, the blackness here was not the product of a lack of light alone.
Green hues covered Atlas' body as he healed himself. He was covered in burn scars, but it felt like he'd been burned so many times in Alfros that it no longer mattered to him.
'More importantly…'
He glanced around. His eyes started to get accustomed to the darkness. He couldn't make anything out specifically, but there was one thing that caught his eye.
Floating in the distance was a piece of blackness much darker than the rest. It was either the sign of a pathway or an obstruction.
'I should aim for it.'
Atlas had to remember that he was currently inside the body of the Hell Guardian.
