The fall through the rift was silent.
There was no air. No wind. No sensation. Just endless weightlessness as Ren tumbled through streaks of colorless light, suspended in a void that didn't care if he lived or died.
He didn't know how long he spent falling.
It was as if time fractured. The seconds stretched into each other. Minutes folded inward.
One moment, he was falling fast. Then, he was floating as he fell. But all through it all, the sensation of falling never faded.
Then, suddenly, he landed.
Hard.
Ren rolled to his feet in a space that had no horizon.
He stood on a flat plane of shimmering crystal, endlessly reflecting his own image in a thousand shades of gray.
Above him, there was no sky. Just a black expanse that moved like water. The silence was thick, pressing in on his ears, muting even his breath.
His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of something. In the distance, very faint, blending in the void, were giant chains. The image sent a name into his head.
