The Godstone – 8
Portia lay on the soft sand of the chamber, her eyes wide and terrified. She could not move. No matter how forcefully she told her muscles to stretch out, to pull her off the ground, they wouldn’t budge. She could breathe, but her sharp, scared breaths were sucking in grains of sand that bounced around and irritated the inside of her nose.
“Ha! It works!” Ibarius’ voice declared above her, “It bloody works! All that study, all this toil…”
It was then that Portia, the right side of her face half-buried in the sand, felt vibrations in the earth.
– Onyafoqchɛo