When Elion's consciousness finally began trickling back to him, he had no idea what the fuck was going on.
First of all, he could not see anything.
Despite knowing that he was awake, or at least conscious enough to think, his vision remained completely dark. He could not feel anything either. Not his body. Not the cold. Not the warmth of the air against his skin. Not even the faint discomfort one might normally feel simply from existing.
He did not feel awake, but he did not feel asleep either.
'How odd.'
Elion frowned inwardly, or at least imagined himself doing so. He had no way of knowing whether he still possessed a face to frown with.
There was nothing around him but darkness, assuming he could still see at all.
[Welcome to the Second Trial, Aspirant.]
The familiar chorus of layered female voices echoed through the darkness.
That confirmed one thing, at least.
