"You still have time to change your mind. You're walking right into your death," Fanelei said slowly.
Sylas didn't even look back at her as he entered the teleportation channel. The depths of silence in this hidden void were as deep as he remembered.
Not long ago, he had reached this city and nearly gotten lost here. If he hadn't managed to find a way to walk through the void, he would have died down there—and unless someone who had comprehended the void could come and find him, he would have certainly died down there.
That was all to say that such a dangerous event in Sylas' life had become nothing more than a footnote. He didn't even consider the possibility that he would lose his life there.
But then, not long after that, he was faced with his own mortality, his very own weakness. Looking into the maw of the universe's ceiling, he should have felt weak, spineless, as broken as he had that day in the volcano.
Yet he hadn't.
