She was in limbo – wafting for God knew how long.
It was like she was entombed in an infinite abyss, without a hint of ever getting out.
Was this the Elysium field? Or was this Tartarus, she wondered, and then she frowned. Why was this place so familiar? Why did she feel like she'd been here before?
Then again, regardless of where she was, did not matter. She knew she had succumbed… again. Death had come for her the second time around. Alinea, Ara, whoever she was, now understood that maybe, she was not meant to live long.
Lucius, Midas, Horgall, Rubic, and Sven, it seems I'll be joining you soon…
The image of her friends came to her mind, with their smiling faces that she missed so dearly. She remembered her promise to Sven to live, and she believed that she had tried her best. But like what they said, some "bests" weren't just good enough.
"I'm so sorry..."
