Kael stared at the golden liquid, and the golden liquid stared back at him.
Well, "stared" was a strong word, considering the entity didn't have eyes. It was more of a directional acknowledgement.
The humanoid shape, formed entirely of viscous, flowing molten gold, sat cross-legged on the dark jade rock, radiating an aura of absolute serenity.
The silence stretched. It wasn't the awkward silence of an elevator ride; it was the heavy, pregnant silence of a temple.
Kael blinked.
He rubbed his eyes, half-expecting the figure to vanish like a mirage induced by heatstroke or exhaustion. But when he opened them again, the Golden Blob was still there, rippling gently like the surface of a disturbed lake.
He began wondering if the atmosphere in here had made him high.
Was this a hallucination? Or maybe this was just what happened when your brain shut down after 72 hours of adrenaline overdose.
