What happens after death?
Would everything go blank like a switch turned off? Or would there be something else?
Humans would delve into this rabbit hole at some point or another. But Enigma never had a problem with this topic.
For her, death was no worse than the darkness she lived in. Maybe it was better because she wouldn't have to be so helpless.
Like now…
Enigma struggled to break the darkness that enveloped her. It seemed unending and invincible. Even as she thrashed with all her might, the darkness held her down and prevented her from breaking free.
'I…'
Enigma felt her breath grow weak.
'I have to…'
As she felt her consciousness fade into that very murky darkness, a pillar of light broke in and grabbed her away.
"Haaaah!" Enigma gasped as she opened her eyes and glanced around frantically.
