He didn't pass through it. He fell into it.
The darkness of the ravine, the deafening hiss of the snakes, the humid weight of the Inner Circle, were instantly cut off.
Silence.
Absolute, vacuum silence.
He didn't fall into water or onto land. He fell into the Void. The crack swallowed him whole, zipping shut behind him like a healing wound, leaving the Sovereign of the Gorge hissing in futile, earth-shaking frustration at the empty space, its prey vanished into thin air.
…
Inside the crack, he expected another place, maybe a secret cave, a hidden valley, or a cliché training dungeon like in those manhuas and animes he used to binge.
But he fucking fell again.
"Oh, come on," Sol thought, the scream trapped in his throat, unneeded and unwanted. "Can we get some variety here?"
