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Chris could still clearly remember his death, as his memories rearranged themselves once his brin was fully healed, how everything happened, and how much he had despaired, and given up entirely.
"Frederica… I'm sorry…"
When he died, an endless darkness had greeted him, his consciousness, his memories, and his whole sense of self slowly started to be absorbed by this darkness.
The darkness of death, a coldness that not many could even overcome but the oldest of souls, who could remain conscious even as they passed away.
But eventually, within a few seconds after death, Chris would have lost everything that made him who he was, becoming a clean slate, a pure soul.
The soul was already on its way to the afterlife, a place that not even the inhabitants of Spiritias, nor even their Holy Spirits, fully understood, but that existed within the world, somewhere.
"It's so dark… everything… I… don't want… to forget…"
FLASH!
