He mulled over what he was going to say next, he didn't want them to go and attempt this by themselves, after all. "I will go. I have at least some skills that will be of use.. I also have one I would like to field test. Provided you're okay with my joining up."
Not the darkness that accompanies a dreamless sleep, but an eerily unnatural one. She breathes in. The air is heavy and musty, like from before with Mälvaös. This must be another visit from her ghost family.
A frown appears over her expression. Just what she needs, some long dead relative butting in to give her strength.
Maybe, it will not be so bad next time. After all, Mälvaös was quite nice, underneath his rather rough exterior.
Her eyes focus on one particulate area. What appears to be a shrouded figure comes into view. "You are not ready for my gift, girl." And just like that, any thoughts of this being the same experience as the first are shot out of the window.
The voice reverberates throughout the dark void, as if multiple people are speaking at once around her. It sound ancient, not so much evil as it does unnerving. It sends chills down her spine. She tries to speak, but the words will not come out.
The figure stretches his hand out and touches her forehead. It's touch feels solid, yet ghostly, if that makes sense. "It's time for you to wake up. We'll be in touch soon..."
Its hand glows, and her mind suddenly shunts back into consciousness. Her eyes open and she rises abruptly, gasping for air.
"Max! Are you alright?" Sloane quickly knelt over at her side.
What the fuck did she see?
"That which does not grow falls into decay."
Utopia - Tetra Eisengard
As her vision begins to clear, she can make out a few figures, these in full color, not shrouded like the voice.
She rubs her eyes and everything becomes clear. Ramilia, Casimir, Sloane and Rivia are either kneeling or sitting near her on the barge.
And she remembers what happened.
She was riding on the barge next to Ramilia, when she suddenly felt extremely ill, like on Jacob's platform. It was not long before she passed out in Ramilia's lap. After that, she cannot remember anything before waking up in the void and hearing that frightening voice.
She looks over at Ramilia, who has a tense look on her face.
The edge in Sloane's voice is expected, but understood, as well as the concern in Casimir's.
"I am fine, everyone," is all she can say after finally catching her breath.