Complete blackness overwhelmed Seth's vision, so much so that he couldn't even see the end of his own nose.
There was a churning in his stomach as gravity constantly shifted around him, his arms and legs flailing helplessly in the air. He had been consumed and engulfed in the pile of skulls, the victims of his mad body double and now he was simply falling, turning head over heels as he plummeted through the unending darkness.
His mind was scrambled, having difficulty focusing on coherent thought. He was still reeling from the horrifying image he had been presented with, something which he couldn't help but think was anything but a dreadful vision of his future.
Time, space, gravity. Up and down. All of it was beginning to lose meaning as he continued to fall, or was he flying? Soaring to the heavens as his soul departed his body.
