Third Person POV
Darkness again. Not suddenly this time. Not violent. Slow. Like something was covering the world piece by piece. Alaric felt it before he saw it. A pressure. Not on his body. On his thoughts. Like something was pressing down on his mind. Trying to smooth it out. Trying to erase sharp edges. He did not move. He remembered. That was the difference now. The darkness did not take that away. Not this time.
