Will looks around wearily as he feels the oppressing feeling of the darkness pressing in on them grow heavier. There was an expectant silence to it now, as if there was something here anticipating their every move. As perspective and gravity twist (although he barely notices, caught up in the feeling of darkness that lay everywhere now), Will stiffens as he feels anticipation shift to intent. He quickly calls a warning to Trunks as he brings up his hands, a spell of protection on the edge of his tongue.