VESSEL OF AN ANCIENT GOD

Chapter 125

The buildings flashed past him in his opposite direction, quickly vanishing from his eye corners. His chest pounded with the fast beating of his heart, his feet floating on the ground and his hands paddling his run.

Soon he became content with his world, his breath steadying on the run. The heartbeat that drummed his chest louder and louder now gave way to the only thing he could hear - his breath.

His feet squeaked on the floor before coming to an abrupt end. He didn’t need to catch his breath, but that was the least of his surprise.

“Where am I?” His words mimicked his voice, resounding back off the giant walls of the wide landscape where he stood.

“Hello!” He called for help.

That was probably not the best thing to do.

But what could he do? He looked around, and only then did he hear it play - a ragged box with a dancing doll spinning on it. He looked at each side of his with each step to the box. Everywhere was white and quiet, almost.

The sound played louder in his ears. He