Auryn had been falling for approximately two minutes. The darkness pressed against him like tar, thick and viscous, except he could breathe.
The air tasted sulfuric and meaty, like something had been rotting in secret and nobody realized.
His territorial awareness was gone. Completely severed the moment he'd jumped through that well of corruption.
This meant he was definitely not in the Northern District anymore. Possibly not in the physical world at all.
This was his first breach and experiencing it now, nothing in the novel had prepared him for this feeling.
The novel only focused on aftermath descriptions, the people that died inside, the usual surface-level worldbuilding that never explained real details that he was experiencing in real-time.
'Just great,' he thought. Then he sighed
"Time to improvise."
Since he couldn't use Territorial awareness. He activated the original sensory skill of his. His Author's Eyes activated and the darkness changed.
