After being pushed down by Mary, Aether was instantly consumed by the cycle of Samsara... the swirling purplish-black whirlpool.
The moment he entered, a biting chill wrapped around his body. His skin bristled, goosebumps rising across his arms. It felt just like real water—dense, heavy, and cold enough to sting—as if he had plunged into a freezing river.
The current dragged him downward, twisting his limbs helplessly. He tried to raise his hand, but the thick liquid coiled around him like a living water, clutching him tight, refusing to let go. A shiver rippled through his body as cold seeped deep into his bones.
Aether tumbled endlessly, his body swirling with the whirlpool. His face twitched with irritation, his brows furrowing as his head began to spin. A strange pressure built behind his eyes.
