Malik saw no bottom because—
SPLASH!
The darkness led into an ocean.
He shot straight into it, and the moment he pierced the surface, he realized something was off.
This wasn't water...
No, it was something else.
Something he'd already experienced in the North.
In the Well of Eternity.
Indeed, this liquid was concentrated Aether.
But unlike the Well he emptied, it held no Aspect.
This Aether was pure, and its purity held only pressure.
A thousand needles pressed against every inch of Malik's skin, down to his bones.
His cloak flared out behind him, dragging like a mountain, and yet he didn't seem to care, not even a little.
Without much thought, his arms flared backward, and fire blasted out of his palms, shooting him down.
His feet ignited soon after, increasing his speed even further.
