And he could see several other worlds present in the far distance.
There was no air here.
No sound except the rush of blood in his ears and the hum of essence sustaining him. No up or down in any meaningful sense, just the world behind him and infinite darkness ahead.
His bloodline's instincts activated, something deeper than conscious thought guiding him toward a specific direction.
He oriented himself toward that sensation and pushed harder.
Speed increased exponentially once atmospheric drag disappeared. Blood essence propelled him forward with nothing to resist his momentum. The world behind him shrank, becoming a sphere, then a disk, then a bright dot among millions of stars.
He was moving at different speed levels; it was like he was a blur of vision.
Time became meaningless. Minutes or hours passed; he couldn't tell which. All that existed was the void, the stars, and the burning need to reach his destination.
His essence reserves depleted steadily.
