"Your majesty, your majesty" a soft voice called out to him, to him. Within the pitch-black space of nothingness, an unfamiliar voice echoed all round. Li Hung searched around him, suddenly his eyes caught a shimmering light floating towards him. Caught in a trance, he stared frozen, watching as the light came grew larger and closer towards him, until finally a figure of a beautiful male appeared before him. The male was beauty was angelic, he had pure white skin with long black flowing hair and his baby blue eyes were as clear as the skies. Yet, Li Hung felt that they were preying into his soul and at any moment would reveal is deepest, darkest secret.
Li Hung wanted to know where he was, and who was the person before him, but he wasn't capable of asking, nor would he lift his hands to do so. At that moment, it dawned on him that he may have succumbed to the poison within his body and was now dead, and the beautiful being before him was the angel of death.
