Page 183 of Godslayer
Then, it silently splits the air, no wind, just a high, stingin’ hiss as it branches off into a million little fingers, like it’s reachin’ for retribution itself.
Suddenly, the air becomes buoyant, liftin’ me up. Makin’ me float. I can no longer right myself. I spin, helpless, in a sea of spark.
Then—the first one hits me. The jolt of electric current penetrates my soul, jerking my body through the mist, like a toy boat floatin’ on a ragin’ sea.
Clara! I call again—but it’s still silent, because there’s no air left in my lungs.
But she’s not here. And I want to panic about that, but there’s no time because the arcs of spark keep hittin’ me. One, after the other, after the other.
Everythin’ burns.
I’m screamin’.
Clueless as to what the actual fuck is happenin’.
Helpless to stop it.
I… surrender.
But still, I beg.
Clara…
Because I have a plan, just get me out of here!Give me a chance to save us!
A great sonic boom pulls my body into millions of parts. Splits my mind into billions of pieces. Renders me nothin’ but darkness.
But still, I float.
Everythin’ silent now.
Mist, all around me.
And the women.
Maidens, I realize.
Like them, I am empty. Only here, only manifest, by an outline of glowing, blue spark. Inside me, there is nothing but black.
What do you want!
I scream it, but it comes out as silence.
What do you want! I try again. Because that’s all I can do. It’s either keep goin’ or give up. And I will not give up. Not without Clara by my side.
This time, I hear a voice…
A woman floats out in front of the rest. And for some reason, I think I know her.
She smiles at me, reaching for me.
I pull away, but it does no good. I’m floatin’, so all this movement does is make me spin.
An arc of lightning stops me. Stills me. Rights me. And then we’re face to face.
Me, and her.
She’s reaching out for me, offering a hand. And when I look past her, I see that there’s a woman behind her, reaching for her. And behind her, reaching as well.
