Porting

I had been given no further warning after her initial words, she just stood there, menacingly. I ensured to remember where she was so that I wouldn't fall to my death a second time. As I took deep breaths preparing myself for the fall. The fall begun, the pillar shifted from beneath me faster than I could react, I had begun my fall. I tried my best not to panic even as my heartrate increased and my body began to shake.

I then remembered what it had done. I pictured the place where the general stood and then I pictured the roots, the dead grey roots. I also imagined the infinite darkness surrounding them, the darkness that could be stood on, the darkness that drowned, the stench that made my stomach turn. I also didn't neglect to remember the embrace of the darkness, its cold and unyielding grasp, its euphoria. As I continued to imagine, the pillars had begun to push the waters to the side making a solid burial ground.