Two percent?
Two percent?!
TWO PERCENT?!
He was mistaken!
Tittering on the precipice of death, Wei Wuyin's response was delayed yet extremely forceful. He refused the urge to move, to take that next step into the darkness as he anxiously delved into his memories in hopes to retain the little bit of himself that remained.
'W-w-wha-what h-happe-ened?' The feeling of his consciousness hanging on the edge was quite strange. There was no pain. There was no feeling of anxiety. There were no alarms to speak of. Yet he knew death was just a single breath away.
Besides King, the three other Astral Souls simultaneously spoke out in hurried panic. Their mixed words were extremely confusing to him who was concentrating on maintaining his sense of self and resisting the urge to traverse the darkness. The jumbled mess offered no help, but he determined one definitive thing from their words: they didn't know.
