The world around Arthur vanished into darkness, and he felt his body being pulled into a vast, empty space.
There was no up, no down, no light—just an overwhelming sense of something watching them, pressing in from every direction.
The air grew cold and heavy, and a strange feeling that gripped his chest, like he was being judged.
His mind was filled with strange images—flashes of faces, odd symbols, and bright lights that burned painfully.
Faint whispers filled the air, too soft to understand, but full of promises and warnings.
He could feel the weight of unseen eyes, something ancient and terrifying stirring deep in the dark.
The darkness around him shifted, twisting into shapes both familiar and frightening. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Panic surged inside him. Was this death? Was this the end?
Then, suddenly, a bright light pierced the dark, and he fell forward, landing on solid ground. Arthur gasped, his vision blurry as he tried to focus on where he was.
The world around him was strangely quiet, like something out of a dream.
The air smelled of old books and dust, and an eerie sense of déjà vu washed over him—as if he'd been here before, though he knew he hadn't.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he realized something terrifying—he wasn't in their world anymore.
This was not where he had come from.