Daylan couldn't see anything—only darkness—even though the cube had been transparent before. It was like all his abilities had vanished. He tried to activate Dark Spiral, to make it all stop, but even worse, his mind wouldn't work, like it had been shut down, and he barely had the space to question why nothing was working.
The blades were slowly pushing forward, as if something inside him was forcing them out—but it never ended, each second bringing a new wave of pain to react to.
He kept screaming, tears streaming as he cried out in agony, but it was like he was trapped in the middle of nowhere. Even his screams came with their own pain, as the blade through his neck kept tormenting him with every slight movement. Suspended in the air, slightly tilted, he could see nothing—only the endless vacuum of darkness beneath him.
