It wasn’t at all like the first time. The first time I had fallen into the thick mass of pitch black, I had been embraced by it like a long lost daughter. This time it felt as if I were forcing myself into its heart. As I ran, my steps began to take on a lethargic quality until I was wading through the mist, exerting more and more energy until I felt drained. I decided I had come far enough and so I stopped.
Everything around me moved and shifted, but it didn’t induce dizziness, but rather made me feel at peace. I was in a dark cocoon, which I had to now figure out how to absorb. I spread my arms out to my sides and let my fingers feel the almost liquid mass at it slipped in an out of my reach. I took a deep breath and watched as tendrils of the darkness were inhaled into my mouth. This wasn’t the way though, I couldn’t stand here and try to breathe in such a large force of power, I needed it to rush into my body quickly and surely.
Sebastian would know what to do, I thought to myself, maybe he was already in here with me trying to steal the power out from under me. I creased my brow and concentrated, there was no way in hell that I would let him beat me to it.