It took Allen what felt like ages to wade through the mire of burning brimstone he'd been trapped in for so long. But eventually he somehow escaped into a numbing void, cold and quiet. The emptiness stretched around him, and he lingered there for a bit, just relieved to have a respite from the torture. Ordon whispers couldn't reach him here.

He was tired, and though he wasn't really moving, the abyss itself seemed to be sliding beneath him, like a glass river carrying him farther and farther away from the echoes of fire and malevolent voices. He should probably just let it.

A spark flickered in the dark, then...