But he didn’t get to freak out because he suddenly found himself slowing down. Then he came to a complete stop and… began to float upward?
He had lost his sense of directions in this complete darkness.
It took him a while to realize that his collar was strained against his neck, which meant… someone was holding his collar as they moved up.
“Who is it?” Angor asked and noticed that his voice came out smaller, in a very strange frequency.
He also found out that it was getting difficult to breathe here. However, he could still manage.
Since there was air… maybe an exit that led to the outside was nearby? Even so, he didn’t know how to locate it. He couldn’t possibly feel his way around using pure luck.
“Hoot!”
“Toby?” Angor reached out a hand and felt a pair of talons grabbing his collar.
Wait, Toby was strong enough to carry him now? As Angor recalled, the bird had powerful burst power but not in the long run.
Did Toby grow stronger? Or… was gravity here actually lower?
He didn’t have time to consider these questions now. “Are you stressing yourself now? Call twice if yes, once for no.”
He couldn’t really see Toby’s body language in here, so he thought about a dumber way to communicate.
“Tweet!”
So, Toby didn’t have any problem with carrying him.
Feeling desperate didn’t mean he would give up hope easily. He had to find a way out—for Toby, for Jon, and his brother, Leon!
With Toby here, he would have no problem moving around for now. So he had to think of how to leave the plane passageway next.
He had nothing to go with yet. According to Sunders, without a space coordinate, he could go nowhere. Not even the two ends where the tunnel originally connected.
And of course, he couldn’t leave Toby to wander aimlessly. Doing so meant circling around the same place and wasting strength. Jon once told him that someone blindfolded could never walk down a straight line on flat ground because his or her brain couldn’t ensure the direction without any extra information as a reference. All the tissues in the man’s body would make small “mistakes” and cause the human body to walk in a large circle.
He had to think of something to escape the situation.
He recalled Jon’s words, about how to avoid “running in circles”.
“A landmark…” Angor remembered one viable way to do it.
But was there anything like that in this darkness?
He could see no directions, no light, nothing…
He thought about placing something of his own and using it as a sign. But he had nothing that could remain in one place. He could not use something falling down as a landmark.
Then he thought about the nightmare aura he felt when he stood in front of the tunnel just now.
There was a nightmare aura inside the tunnel. Could he follow it?
He closed his eyes and released his spirit feelers, and he was thrilled to sense something.
“I don’t know if we can get out that way,” he said. His voice brightened up a little as he continued, “I found the stream of nightmare aura which is slowly decreasing into a direction. We’ll head toward the source of it. Listen to my guidance, Toby!”