Kain drifted in nothingness. A weightless, formless void pressed in from all sides, an oppressive lightless space that stretched infinitely in every direction. There was no ground beneath him, no sky above, only a vast, consuming darkness. It was as if the world had forgotten him, leaving him adrift in a realm without sound, without light, without time.
He didn't know how long he had been there—seconds? Hours? Years? His thoughts felt sluggish, muffled by the all-consuming darkness. But then, finally, he felt solid ground beneath him again. He had never realized how reassuring being grounded was before.
Kain took a cautious step forward. At least, he thought he did. He couldn't see. Couldn't feel where he was stepping. Only the unsettling sensation of shifting pressure beneath his feet gave any indication that he had moved at all.