Grey couldn't tell what was happening around him anymore. There was only blackness, an endless nothing that swallowed every direction until his mind felt like a tiny flame floating alone in a universe without stars.
Even his own Neural Frame felt infinitely far away, and somehow that was worse than losing his sight, hearing, touch, or any other sense The Immovable had stripped from him.
How could it be far away? His Neural Frame was the entire reason he had power in this place.
Without the talent he had been born with, Prometheus would have never chosen him, and Grey probably would have died on that first day from a blade buried in his gut. Imagine how embarrassing that would be. Dying to a Russian midget with a god complex. He could practically hear his gramp's howling in laughter.
