His every step became heavier, and the world-familiar movement under his feet lost its elasticity. The forces that had always carried him forward with the speed of the wind now became sluggish, as if his soul was weighed down by a shadow. The air around him became heavy, sticky, like a frozen fog that made it difficult to breathe.

Corruption permeated him, and he felt it slowly but mercilessly bite into his mind, planting seeds of doubt and fear there. His thoughts, which had always been clear and direct, were now full of confusion. Every action seemed senseless, every urge - empty. The darkness unfolded around him, its whispers echoed in the depths of his consciousness, whispering to him that there was no way out, that even speed could not save him from this boundless void.

"...So̸͇͝ni̸̹͗͗c̸̖̠̠̉"