Roland's body tensed involuntarily, like a fully drawn Bowstring.
His vision spun madly, stretching and shattering.
The canvas of the tent twisted into a grotesque vortex, and the flickering lamplight smeared into long, Burning trails of light.
The figures of Avril and Mason dissolved into blurry patches of color amidst the violent shaking.
A sharp ringing threatened to pierce his skull, reverberating madly within his head and drowning out all external sound.
An intense pain, like countless ice needles, stabbed deep into his consciousness.
Yet beneath this tearing agony and complete sensory Chaos, an unprecedented sense of clarity was also growing wildly.
He 'felt' it.
It was no longer the vague, passive state of receiving ripples of external emotion like last time.
This time, he could clearly 'touch' it.
At the deepest part of the churning ocean of his consciousness, there was a hard, cold 'core' that was undergoing violent impacts and tremors.
