Everything was dark. Arella felt her breath coming out in short panicked bursts. Or at least she thought she was breathing. There was no air, no warmth, no sensation of her lungs expanding. And yet, her chest rose and fell as if she were gasping for air.
The darkness around her stretched seemingly infinitely in every direction, thick and painfully suffocating, feeling so much like ink that was trying to swallow her whole. She tried to move, but still, she felt nothing. Her limbs felt numb, disconnected. Almost, distant even.
Arella's breath continued to come in short but rapid bursts, as she tried to calm herself down. She felt inwards, seeking her holy power, seeking the energy that she had been born with, trying to cast some light in the darkness. However, she could not feel even a speck of her holy power in her.
Just when she was ready to lose all hope, her fingers twitched and suddenly, the blackness around her rippled.
