The real agony began when Archer felt the pins start to spiral, boring themselves deeper in his head and through his brain. The elfen wailed and thrashed in pain and suddenly his dreary life began to flash in front of his eyes.
The painful and abusive childhood he had in the Squall Manor. The wench that taught him magic from scratch.
How he wandered for years alone and feeling useless, wanting to die, but there was just something in him that didn't agree with his brain.
Lastly, the cool turquoise eyes that he fell so deeply in love with.
He screamed and screamed only to hear his voice drowning and his ears felt flooded despite being dry.
Darkness filled his vision and then… nothing.
There was nothing anymore.
Was this how death was like?
Cold, empty, nothingness.
Archer felt himself float into an empty space of oblivion and it felt like it went on and on and on. Incessantly suspended through a dark void of hopelessness.
