This afternoon, a great swatch of land teamed on the city’s edge. A rancher’s organization had driven their herds southward from the lush grazing beside the Stygan Gulf. An infinity of cows moved over the land toward the slaughtering pens to the city’s west. The green field transformed into a roiling sea of brown, white and black. Out of curiosity, Marik drifted through the etheric plane, sending his self winging over the teaming city to flit between the cattle. They were on the edge of his distance limits. He could feel the connection of his mind to his physical body as a cord that tightened with every additional inch he floated. The experience was surreal owing to the fact that sounds never pierced the veil between the mortal world and the etheric plane. He knew that around him raged a tumult to make a massive waterfall sound like a pleasant trickle, or an avalanche resemble the simple scraping of boots over street pavers. Marik maintained a slight hover above the moving bodies since a living aura passing through his incorporeal being always gave him a chill.
What do You think about Forest For The Trees (Book 3)?
