It wraps around me completely, and I am cast floating in a space without end. The air is thick and heavy.
It's a choking fog that clings to my skin. I can barely see my hands if I hold them right before my eyes.
It's as if I'm floating in some world between dreams and nightmares, like somewhere outside the boundaries of life itself. I blink, trying to clear my mind, but it all shifts and twists around me.
I hear the sound of a voice calling out-distant, distorted. It's several moments before I realize it is my voice, echoing back. "Where am I?" I whisper, but the words seem to reach no one.
Before my eyes, a scene unfolds, the blackness peeling away like mist. I'm in a place that's beginning to be very familiar to me-the forest near the Freedom Pack's territory.
The sun filters throug
