Isaac braced his demonic claws to the front of his face, howling winds whipping through the rakes and forcing him to squint. Dark walls encircling him seemed to pulsate as if alive. Waves flowed downwards towards the light far below.
The rhythmic pulsation of the walls seemed to be emulating movements typical of a throat. Food eaten tended to be pushed down by the neck muscles in order to reach the stomach.
As he fell, Isaac came to the conclusion that the throat was his own. Or at least, a manifestation of it. With the way, he was currently being pushed down...
” I must be inside my chest on my way to the stomach.”
Panic momentarily rushed through Isaac's mind, spurred on by the thought of whether or not his monstrous stomach would digest whatever fell into it. Panic gave way as he grit his teeth, heart blooming with resolve.
Mary, I’m coming.”
Placing his arms together with his claws pointed directly downwards, his body bore a resemblance to an arrow. At the motion, his descent quickened; waves of wind turning to blades, harsh gales slicing at his body. Despite reducing the resistance by cutting the blades apart, his current form vastly hindered the attempt; it was anything but an arrow.
Lean and straight.
His form had spikes that caught the wind in its claws, and his form was at its most graceful limit. The whistling caused by the wind being cut was deafening, forcing Isaac to grit his teeth and scrunched his eyes shut as the ringing in his ears increased in volume.
Through the pain, he blindly pressed on.
As fast as he could, the Arrow of Isaac pierced through into the light.
His eyes fluttered open in confusion as the light embraced him. What were once forceful gusts became a steady calm breeze that cushioned him.
Like the patchwork of souls he had witnessed inside the Mirror that he had powered with a magic crystal inside Alicia’s mansion, the sight that greeted him was an exact recreation.
As he fell, he could see granite mountains standing strong at the far North of the world, before the granite beautifully transitioned into grass and earth, filled with bramble vines in full bloom. Their white flowers eagerly presented themselves, to seed and root once more.
To the East, he could see fiery planes of volcanoes and magma. Flowing rivers of lava pooled when they reached the edge of their domain, creating mesmerizing swirls.
To the West, he discerned a world filled with ice, glaciers standing proud and tall. A massive wall of ice stretched far into the horizon, protecting its domain from would-be intruders.
And down below to the South, his eyes widened as they saw nothing but a seemingly endless black sea. Dark waters lay still and calm, yet it was clear they were deeper than they seemed, danger lurking beneath the waves.
Isaac was jolted into focus when he fell flat onto the hard stone, stunned from the impact. Within a metaphysical plane, the pain was simply a pull into reality. Isaac pulled his demonic form from the stone, dust, and shards of rock falling from the crevices of his body.
The moment he looked up, however, a white-clawed hand offered itself.
No.
There was two.
“Are you alright, Isaac?” A familiar voice asked, with an undertone of a smirk.
As he looked up to see who was offering their hands, Isaac was shocked.
“Landreust?”