Sol stood alone in the silence of the Void Temple, the echo of Isylia's scream still fading into the infinite darkness above. The throne was empty. The Goddess was gone.
Now that he focused on himself, he felt that something was... wrong.
No. Not wrong. It was more accurate to say different.
Everything felt smaller and lighter, but at the same time heavier, it was a weird feeling.
Like it wasn't a burden on his shoulders; it was like density in his cells had increased. He took a step forward, intending to walk to the edge of the dais, but his foot slammed into the obsidian with a force he hadn't intended to exert.
CRACK.
A spiderweb of fractures bloomed instantly under his bare heel. The stone groaned, dust puffing up around his ankle.
Sol froze, looking down at the damage. He hadn't stomped or exerted weight. He could swear that he had simply walked.
