It was frightening how different the world really was.
Riven swallowed hard, staring at the giant eyes in the sky. It was as if he couldn't look away; he was scared to face the reality. To think an illusion can hide this sight from you. He didn't even want to breathe; who knew what the air was in this place?
It was as if they were in the stomach of a monster, the market they had built, it too was made out of bones and flesh... it made his stomach hurl watching the others continue with their work, not knowing what they were selling in reality... '
At least, he was able to make Lyra wake up. The girl was smart; she had lived a hard life in the Withered, just like him. And he wasn't Aether's left hand for nothing... only left, though, he was the right hand of course.
It was also nice bragging to her that he had woken up first, and that she needed him to do so. Even if the girl had done it soon enough.
