Velren's stomach lurched as the ground gave way beneath him, the sensation of weightlessness crashing into his senses before his mind even had the chance to process what was happening. The thick fog swallowed his vision, his surroundings reduced to a disorienting blur of gray and shadows. Wind howled past his ears, tugging at his clothes as gravity dragged him mercilessly downward.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
Instinct took over. He gritted his teeth, heart pounding as his hand flew to his katana. The cold steel of the hilt grounded him for the briefest moment before he unsheathed it in one fluid motion. His gaze darted frantically through the abyss, searching—there had to be something, anything, he could latch onto.
'Please god...'
Relying on pure instinct, and luck... Without hesitation, he swung his katana toward ...somewhere.
THNK!
