The blazing molten body rapidly cooled in the icy air, its color darkening, until at last it completely set and hardened…
Vane's will sank into vagueness amid this violent upheaval of temperature; the very notion of time was utterly twisted, madly accelerated.
No knowing how long had passed, he "felt" himself become incomparably hard, cold, and unbearably heavy.
All around was absolute, suffocating darkness and a crushing weight pressing in from every direction. Then a dull yet persistent sound pierced through the thick, death-stilled layers of rock.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!…"
It was the blunt crash of Metal tools fiercely striking Solid rock—steady and stubborn—coming from far to near, growing ever clearer.
Each Heavy Hammer blow shook the massive rocky shell encasing him, sending fragments rustling down.
He was being "excavated."
