Bab 44: Chapter 44

A dense, suffocating fog enveloped everything, swallowing even the faintest whispers of light. William was falling—his body an object plummeting through the void. The speed at which he hurtled downward was terrifying, his breath barely able to keep up. Shit, he muttered, his voice swallowed by the fog. His chest tightened, and his eyes darted upwards in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of the man who had pushed him, but all he could see was more of the impenetrable mist. The depths below seemed endless, and the uncertainty of when—or how—he would hit the bottom gnawed at his mind like a ravenous beast.