CHAPTER 9. IN THE MAW OF THE ABYSS
Alex opened his eyes and felt as though the air around him had ceased to exist. He sensed neither cold nor heat—only a strange weightlessness, reminiscent of a deep sleep yet terrifyingly real. All he could see was an intensely bright white space stretching off in every direction.
He tried to jerk his head back to figure out where “up” and “down” were, but discovered he couldn’t move at all. No arms, no legs—as if his body had lost all coordinates in space.
What happened to me?! The panicked thought flashed through his mind.
Just a moment ago, he’d been standing beside an icy crevasse in Antarctica, with snow raging around him and the battle against the “agents” thundering in his ears. Now there was no cold, no noise, no cries from his friends. It was
