บท 532: Senseless and Dark Room

"Shit!" He cried out, but it was too late. My throne world had already devoured his from behind and grazed him ever so gently. 

Even though it was a small touch, he still fell for the properties of my all-powerful skill. In an instant, the dark elf's world shattered into chaos. His senses, those precious instruments that had always guided him through treacherous battles, were abruptly and mercilessly ripped from him. Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell, all vanished simultaneously, leaving him in a horrifying void of sensory deprivation.

It was as if he had been cast into an endless abyss, where time and space lost all meaning. Panic coursed through his veins, his heart racing in the inky blackness that now enveloped him. His thin cloth armor felt like a prison, and he clawed at it desperately, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto.