Ezra stepped forward—
And the world ceased to exist.
No ground beneath his feet. No air in his lungs.
No weight. No light. No sound.
Just an endless void.
A hollow absence stretching in every direction.
Yet—
He was still here.
Still thinking. Still existing.
Ezra clenched his fists, forcing himself to breathe— if breathing even mattered here.
"Keep moving."
The whisper in his head was distant, weaker.
Ezra exhaled sharply. "Yeah? And which way would that be?"
Silence.
Of course.
Ezra turned, scanning the nothingness.
Nothing moved. Nothing changed.
His own presence felt too loud , like an ink stain on blank paper.
His body tensed.
If there was no path— then he had to make one.
Ezra took a step.
The void rippled.
Like something had been waiting for him to move.
A cold shiver ran down his spine. "Not ominous at all."
He took another step—
And something shifted.
A shape flickered in the distance.
Indistinct. Faint.
A figure, standing motionless in the vast nothingness.
Watching.
Ezra's muscles tensed. "And here I was thinking I was alone."
The figure didn't respond.
Didn't move.
Just… existed.
Then— a voice.
Not the whisper in his head.
Not the silver eyed being.
Something else.
"You do not belong."
Ezra's breath hitched.
The voice was layered. Twisted.
Like it was coming from multiple throats at once.
The figure took a step forward— and the void itself seemed to pull around it.
Ezra's fingers curled around his dagger. "That makes two of us."
The void shuddered.
The figure moved.
And Ezra had a very bad feeling about what came next.