I woke up in a pit.
Inside the completely empty, dark space, there was now a pit. And at its center was I.
I slowly sat up and locks of black hair fell in front of my eyes.
As my gaze shifted, I noticed Eugene with white hair sitting at the edge of the pit, completely out of breath.
"You finally woke up."
"I was asleep?"
"A few years, nothing big."
No that was certainly something big.
Why was he out of breath in the first place?
"Your body was about to collapse the moment it began. Since then to about a few hours ago, I have been using whatever of Preservation I had left to keep you going."
Nodding at his words, I looked around.
Preservation worked on the same principal that Alfheim and Spirit Magic did. They were both what kept those realms going.
And in the same sense, this place was a realm too. That there was a deep pit here meant.
"This place will disappear."
Eugene nodded.
He had used the energy that preserved this place to instead keep me alive.
