There was no sound in the place Kael found himself.
Not silence. Silence still implied the absence of something that could have been there.
This was different.
This was a place that had never known sound at all — a vast, formless dark stretching in every direction without horizon, without floor, without sky.
He stood. Or floated. Or simply was.
He looked down. His hands were there, at least.
Solid. His own.
"You're finally here."
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once. Low. Resonant.
Intimate, in a way that made his skin crawl.
The voice, however, sounded rather familiar, and he couldn't help but ponder. Upon pondering, he remembered something.
This was the same voice he had heard before. The same voice that had promised him ease, in exchange for surrender, before he lost consciousness.
He turned, sweeping his gaze around, searching for the voice.
