Variance sighed, then whipped out a dagger made of an impossibly black material, plunging it into Strohger's chest before he had time to react. The man immediately went limp.
In an instant, his senses were gone. All of them. He had no sight, no hearing, not even a sense of his own physical self. He just was, independent. He couldn't even be said to be floating, for he neither experienced gravity nor a lack thereof. There was nothing at all. It was extremely disconcerting, if not downright frightening.