It was as if he was caught in a snowstorm, with solid ice beneath his feet, the cold wind stealing the moisture from the surface of his skin. A dragging sensation seemed to stretch and tear his body apart, while the air exploded like artillery outside his eardrums, making Lyle unable to hear his own swallowing.
His body felt like it was about to explode, and this nightmarish discomfort made Lyle open his eyes.
His billowing robe slapped against his cheek like a hand, but Lyle ignored the sting on his face and the icy coldness of his body, and stared dumbfounded at the scene before him.
