The fall felt like an eternity.
There was no wind in the Void. There was no light. There was only the crushing, absolute silence of a place that existed entirely outside the boundaries of reality. Adonis Kingsbane fell through the infinite dark, his body completely shattered, his chaotic flames entirely extinguished.
He crashed.
BAM!
The impact was brutal. He did not hit dirt or stone. He slammed into a surface that felt like frozen, petrified bone. Every single nerve in his body screamed in agony as the last remaining intact bones in his ribcage snapped.
He lay there in the pitch black, coughing up thick, dark blood. He could not feel his magic. He could not feel the protective warmth of Sirius or Lyra. He was completely hollowed out.
"Another piece of garbage thrown down by the golden thief."
A voice echoed in the dark. It was incredibly deep and resonant. It shook the very fabric of the abyss, vibrating through the petrified ground beneath Adonis.
