Leon felt a deep sense of despair as the reality of his situation fully sunk in.
The vivid images of the defeat and loss he had experienced kept replaying in his mind over and over again, in a loop that only fueled his growing anger.
The faces of his fallen comrades, the probable destruction of his world, and the merciless slaughter of all those innocent people—all these memories combined into an overwhelming force that threatened to consume him entirely.
But in between the sea of torment going on in his mind, a thought took root, growing stronger with each passing second.
'Am I just going to die like this… without doing anything… without fixing anything…' Leon thought, sighing to himself in disappointment.
The silence in the white space surrounding him felt quite suffocating, as his consciousness was slowly dragged even deeper below.
