The light disappeared, along with the noise and clamor, darkness surged like a rising tide, completely engulfing Hart, pulling him into the deep sea.
Even though his body was covered with dense fur for protection, Hart felt the bone-chilling cold in an instant, his body temperature plummeted, and layers of thin frost gathered on his skin. Looking around, all that greeted his eyes was darkness, nothing else.
Hart shouted the names of the others in terror, his voice echoing through the darkness, only to be met with a delayed booming response. It was as if the moment he picked up the card, he had been exiled to another world, a lonely, dead world where he was all alone.
Nothing could be seen, nothing was there.
Hart knelt on the ground, his hands frantically groping the cold surface, which felt hard and smooth, like a marble floor. He crawled forward like a blind man groping in the darkness.
