The fall was a masterclass in psychological terror.
Damien and Isabelle plummeted down the colossal chasm, encased in the blinding silver light of the Platinum Prince's absolute [Stagnant Eternity].
Outside this five-meter-wide tube of frozen time, the stampede of the abyss was paused mid-frenzy.
As they fell at terminal velocity, accelerated by a localized gravity field Isabelle was projecting, Damien looked through the shimmering silver barrier.
Millions of monsters were locked in place. He saw the gaping, multi-jointed maw of a Tier 7 Centipede inches from the barrier, its toxic green saliva suspended like glass beads in the air. He saw an 8th-Order Asura mid-swing, its muscles bulging, its face a mask of absolute, screaming panic.
They were falling through a museum of suspended nightmares.
"The Prince's power is terrifying," Isabelle whispered over the roaring wind, her ruby eyes tracking the frozen leviathans whizzing past them.
