Immediately they entered the abyss, two things happened—and they knew, they felt it.
First, the bodies they had left behind—their skeletons—burned faster, hotter, and their light-forms here felt the pain. It was as if hot coals were being forced down their throats.
"So that's how it is!" Rauk hissed. "The deeper we go, the faster our bodies and souls will burn!"
"But all the strong Incarnatio are below us."
It was instinct that told them this. Instinct born as their souls left their bodies. The strongest Incarnatios were deep in the abyss. If you wanted them, you had to burn.
The more your soul could withstand, the more time you had to search for powerful Incarnatios.
And what they wanted were the strong ones.
They plunged, three blazing lights flashing down into the abyss, ignoring the pain blooming within them.
It was just as dark inside, yet they could see their surroundings well. It was as though they were falling down a vast tunnel.
