C1093 Its God Is Nameless 4(1)

Something as sticky and formless as a flood of mud wrapped around Darknorth Fisher. It was as if he had fallen deep into quicksand, being carried by gravity into the depths of the world. Darknorth Fisher tried to struggle but was unable to break free, and all he could see before him was a blur of white. The world had been pulled out, leaving behind only a strange, tangled feeling of suspension