There was nothing as he turned his head, finally having decided to look down.
Yet, the silver was already gone, and he felt something different, for nothing was moving.
As Cades still moved, the world had stopped, completely.
There was, truly, no movement, no friction, no anything, no thinking, and even the gods surrounding him, they could not move, only he could move, and there was nothing for him, there was only silence, an eerie silence that no person was ever truly supposed to hear, the absolute silence caused only by the absence of all energy, of all kinetic motion, and even of mana and movement itself, of all progress, something that even he hadn't heard yet, despite the endless chains, despite the abyss, despite the place inside his own subconscious, though that had been fairly close to this, simply having been far less intense.
His very own senses had left him, simply residing, simply perceiving, and only because whatever had willed all to stop was allowing him to still move, but his very own sense of time was gone as well, and there was truly nothing to measure it, no thoughts to think, no breathes to take, no wills to write, no ideas to conceive, there was simply nothing and everything, everything being there, and nothing being reachable, then he moved once more.
He stood, not because he wanted to stand, but because he did, and he wore a long cloak, longer than before, as he was pulled somewhere, leaving cracks behind in the very unmoving world, pushing the dust aside, having his skin be ripped apart by that very same dust, something that the will wasn't protecting him from, something he was too scared to defend himself from, something that was menial in the long run, menial when it came to such an impossible phenomenon.
The world broke, but the shards didn't move, and he stood still, never having moved in the first place, the world having not even changed the littlest, all having been there and not there, and he didn't understand anything that was happening, for sense was gone, for life itself was of no consequence, for even death could not move in this place, he was certain of all that, for he did not fear death in this place, he did not fear anything, but he also did not long for anything, for his very soul had lost what drove it, it had lost the will to move, it had lost it's own movement, and he was steadfast as always, stuck in this place, and he was unaware of anything, yet aware of all.
What was could not be explained, for he did not experience it, there was nothing to experience int he first place, for he did not understand it, his mind did not move to understand in the first place, and for that he would've also had to perceive it, at least the basic structure of it all, it simply was, and though he was not, as of right now, he understood it, no, he was sure that he was there, he did not know, he did not feel, he did not do anything, and he wasn't there, but he was there, it was as if the very mind inside his body was designed not to be able to understand anything, but still, he knew one thing as nothing was certain, he knew that there was someone, or rather, something, doing this to him, and he was fairly sure that it was not the pillar of inspiration.
Cades had heard of two greater pillars, the greater pillar of experiences, something he was certain that old man had muttered as he had spewed all the silvery liquid out of his damn body, something he was glad about, though right now he was not glad, for he was not anything, he simply was, then there was the greater pillar of motion, the culprit behind this test.
It was kind of ironic as he realized.
The difference between gods and these pillars wasn't the power, no, that was of course a big difference, but not the clear difference, the difference seemed to be their understanding of what they were, or at least that's what it seemed to be, for he was quite certain that motion should accelerate, or at least deaccelerate, but still, shouldn't motion, the most likely culprit behind his current, whatever this was, still be present, instead of having vanished completely...
But then, why were they doing this, if they were even a they, and not a thing, a concept, a anything really, why were they doing this, what were they trying to-
There was movement, he moved his head, both willingly and unwillingly, his thoughts stopping as he saw a woman, not perceived, not understood, not remembered, she simply was there, and she was a woman, quite a beautiful one, but he didn't see her per se, he simply saw her and then forgot she existed, as if he was remembering a painting he had drawn at two years old his parents had been angry over for some reason, it was weird to say the least, but he did fear something.
A mind had various instinctive fears, and most of the time one was able to distinguish that, such as drowning, falling, burning, all being able to be collected under the pseudonym of death, but this, this feeling, it was different, it was a primal fear of the same level as death, it was something that could be given by that woman, if that was a woman, and not something entirely different.
Leyk felt a fear as great as the fear of death, he felt the fear of eternity, the fear of being eternal and unchanging, of being stuck as himself for all of time, and until time ended, the fear of being without progress, without motion, without the woman...
The woman... the woman... the woman... the being... it was the great pillar of motion, wasn't it, it was the creature that the creature whose hands they were all residing atop of served, it was the creature that the invincible monsters around him seemed to worship, it was motion itself from what he could tell, it was as if they were motion in it's purest, most unrefined form.