This sentience at the heart of the storm reached deep inside me and ripped me apart atom by atom. The pain seared through me in an endless current, electrocuting me. Time receded into a confused jumble with every part of me that dissolved away. With my last sliver of awareness, I grabbed hold of all my bits, meticulously gathering each molecule, and carefully binding it to myself. It was like playing a cosmic game of Pac-Man, scurrying to stay ahead of ghosts eating me up.
What are you? the storm asked me.
It opened two portals: one back to the forest and one to the demon realm.
"Nava Liron Katz," I yelled into the void. "Let me through."
The forest side rushed toward me and I screamed in frustration.
"I demand passage or you'll answer to Satan himself!"
The storm paused, leaving me hanging suspended, then it spat me out onto a white, marble floor.
Malik jerked me to my feet. "Satan, we have come."