This time, when I opened my eyes, the whiteness was swirling around me like a vortex, pitching me in wild circles. My body spun and tumbled in the current, out of control.
Now you remember how good I was to you, said Atlantis. Now you know what you gave up when you turned against me.
I quickly grew dizzy from the spinning and tumbling, but the speed continued to increase. Atlantis was playing rough, warming up for whatever coup de grâce he had in mind.
Meanwhile, somewhere beyond the whiteness, humanity's future hung in the balance. Within the vortex of white light, time felt distorted; I couldn't be sure how much of it had passed since I'd leaped in to face Atlantis. How far had the mountain moved since that moment? How long had the battle raged? How many of my friends had died
