Flain sighed. It looked like that darkness would follow him everywhere. In the labyrinth, on the 9th floor, and now here. The worst part was that whenever Flain was in darkness, it was always very difficult to get out of it.
Of course, each type of darkness was slightly different. In the labyrinth, it was a satisfying darkness where nothing else worked except your mind.
In the labyrinth, there was probably the least darkness, because Flain had a body there and could walk without problems. He also felt the bridge that was located in the darkness.
Here it was quite different. He could walk normally, like in the darkness on the 9th floor, but the frequencies here were truly strange and rather strong, and Flain couldn't discern anything from them. For some reason, Flain also felt quite endangered here, but he was already used to that, so he wasn't even slightly stressed.
