The crushing dark of the Goliath's plumbing offered absolute sensory deprivation.
Will rocketed vertically at two hundred and seventy-five kilometers per hour, encased in a pitch-black column of chemically purified water. The sheer velocity threatened to unseat his joints directly from their sockets. The water pressure squeezed his ribcage in an agonizing vice, demanding his lungs collapse, turning every heartbeat into a rhythmic thud of pain against his eardrums. His only structural anchor was the pulsing aura of the [Sovereign's Core-Band] on his right hand, the violet-gold mana acting as a localized, rigid exoskeleton just to keep his spine from snapping under the G-force.
Then, the freezing dark fractured.
