We kept walking.
Or at least, I thought we were walking. My legs moved, my feet touched something that might have been ground, but there was no sense of getting anywhere. The gray never changed, never varied, it just stretched on forever in every direction.
"How long have we been in here?" I asked.
Azryth's eyes flickered with that internal awareness demon lords apparently had. "Fourteen minutes."
I stopped walking. "That's impossible, we've been walking for at least two hours."
"By your perception, yes. But my chronometer says fourteen minutes." He touched my arm. "Time doesn't work the same here, your mind experiences one thing, your body another. The disconnection only gets worse the longer we stay."
"Great," I muttered. "Add temporal confusion to the list."
The compass needle held steady, pointing us forward through the nothing.
Then the gray began to shift.
