The thought echoed in his mind for a long while, banging and rippling against the fabric of his psyche, pushing his Will to the brink of collapse with every passing moment.
He basked in the silent darkness of the shelter, faint pulses of pain ringing across his body from time to time.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Uriel groaned and stirred from his thoughts.
He looked up.
'Ah.'
He'd survived the first wave by gambling.
So, he'd gamble again.
WHOOSH!
The vines around him stirred, sand skittering across their surfaces as the entire shelter trembled.
…
Wave after wave fell, chaos reigning amidst the ivory expanse of sand.
Booms rang alongside the incessant quaking of the earth and rupturing flows of the world and its essence.
Then, just as the last wave thundered down, everything quieted, flattening into a seamless plane of white.
From unending chaos to absolute order, in a mere blink.
PSH!
