Cades jumped while running ahead, having crossed the entirety of the bone plate as slowly as he could, praying to not have to jump, praying that he had been wrong instead of right as most people wished to be, but he already knew that he was right.
When he finally jumped, he didn't scream, he didn't cry anymore, he didn't fear anymore, he felt at home, be it only for a moment, and he began to think that it, perhaps, wouldn't have been so bad to fall for all of eternity, free as a bird.
Then gravity got a hold of him, however twisted it might be within this endless realm that he knew to be part of the original Cades, not the two twisted fractures of him that now resided within what he could only assume to be the self, the mana, or the being, whatever it might be called.
However, he didn't wish to die, he would never wish to die, for he was not real, and he knew that.
Cades, or whatever he might be, wished to possess, he wished to hold something in his hands, and not these false ones that were given to him in the form of an illusion, he wished to hold something within his actual hands, or perhaps his actual hand seeing as the other him had lost that as well, he wished to have a coin, he wished to eat meat and fruit, even though ehetrians didn't eat meat, he wished to experience, and he knew he wouldn't be able to, he knew he was stuck in this nothing, he knew he was suffering.
Yet, there was something calling for him, something residing atop but hiding in his heart, something Cades could not understand, but he still understood, something that Cades followed, a invisible, eternal, Call he heeded, a call to go upwards, a call to climb, a call to fall, a call for his wishes to be fulfilled.
And though he knew it was a lie, though he knew that no wish would be fulfilled without a price, he also knew that he was lost, he knew that he had nowhere else to go, and as such, knowing of his own situation, was it not natural to follow the only something that was around, however dangerous it might turn out to be in the later turns..
He himself didn't think all of that, he only felt it, he felt how he was pushed into feeling, into thinking all of that as he crossed through the invisible light, the light that didn't even do anything, the light that he wasn't even able to perceive from within it and began to see the inside of what he had believed to be his escape, or at least believed to be something.
Cades couldn't see much, but he could see that everything was bright, so bright his eyes were unable to see anything, resulting in him turning around in the air as he had to expulse his mana in surprise as to not end up blind, something he had now began to realize only truly happened because he had looked forward to be able to see without the mana that he had rescinded his control over it, be it only temporary, a foolish, instinctual action, and one that cost him dearly, as he knew that he had to warp himself down to wherever the railing might've been, but he also knew that his momentum would be translated, and now he was flipping around in the air while falling, not even knowing in what direction he was going, if there was even something as a direction in this place, whatever place he might've stumbled into this time.
It took him a few seconds to catch himself, his entire being consumed by fear for a moment, barely able to think with enough logic to catch him self and expulse another valve of mana to stabilize his rotation, or at least to slow it down ever so slightly, something he was thankful for, however little it might've been in the end, and something he would be quite thankful for when his head wouldn't be bashed into the railing that seemed to be about eight hundred feet down from what he could tell, and was, as such, about as long, if slightly longer, than one of the wings of that endlessly big, endlessly morbid butterfly he had used as a taxi.
Nevertheless he still wished to discern the immediate area, something that resulted in him once again trying something else with his newly acquired mana sense, something he wasn't able to do before, and something that should partially 'blind' the sense for a short while.
Cades had been thinking about this, especially the theoretical part, for quite some time while he had been falling and riding on the beast's bones, a span of time that Cades knew to have at least been two days from what he had been able to count, praying that he hadn't counted falsely or that he wasn't just losing his mind.
What if he were to send out the mana and have it leave his body, just like when he cast a spell, but just like with the light spell that called some of the remnant mana back by instinct, did the same thing with the wave of mana sense he would then, theoretically, send out, a greater version of his own mana sense, perhaps one that was quite a bit worse when it came to closer range and useless in most situations, offering only a brief overview of the situation, but more than enough for the current him, and capable of gathering information fast enough so that he would be finished before he fell down even halfway, gathering at least a little bit of knowledge within this area, having only barely been able to make out the huge structure he was falling down along, a kind of infinitely big tower from what he could tell, incredibly sleek and probably another source of the light he had been yearning for so dearly but was now evading with his eyes pressed shut so hard it was starting to hurt, having only been able to make out where the railing was because he had spent quite some time analysing it before, having left a bit of his mana around there and at least knowing in what direction his goal should be, be it that he didn't know for some time earlier..
Well, either way, Cades knew that it didn't really cost him anything to try, however, he also knew that he should be able to do it once he had arrived down there, whether as a bloody puddle, be it that then he wouldn't be able to, or as a living being, in which case the scenario was quite self-explanatory.
Either way, he should concentrate on landing right now and not try to distract himself with theories and ideas on how to fight better as he had always done while stuck in the darkness, the trash of the mind.