The growing unease inside Erend's chest refused to disappear. He stood motionless within the strange mental landscape of the Sky Anchor while staring into the endless expanse surrounding him.
Just as before, the place resembled a boundless sea of darkness with a little bit of pale light stretching farther than his eyes could follow. Countless fragments of memories, emotions, and ancient impressions drifted through the distance like stars floating across a silent universe.
And somewhere within all of it, the Creation was present.
He could feel her. That was what disturbed him most.
She was not gone. She was not sleeping. She was not weakened beyond communication. She was just deliberately remaining silent.
"Answer me," Erend said again. "Please."
His voice echoed across the endless white expanse before fading into nothingness.
No response came.
Erend frowned deeper.
He pushed his consciousness farther into the fragment. The effort immediately strained him.
