Theron felt something explode in his mind once more. This time, however, it didn't just feel like his mind was being pulled into a new world, but instead like he was—his entire being.
But the feeling was more than just a little uncomfortable, almost like a black hole had appeared where his heart was, sucking in all his blood, then his flesh, then his bone, all before his soul.
It was a feeling that forced him to bask in the discomfort of it all, as though it wasn't to make him feel the essence of pain and sacrifice before he saw what he was going to see.
Anyone else would have felt fear, apprehension, a sort of inferiority when coming to face something like this. It was like the slab of polished marble was trying to assert its dominance.
But the moment Theron understood that this place wouldn't be his burial ground, nor would this time be his death date, he was deathly calm.
