A pitch-black room existed in the middle of nowhere, Shi sat on the ground, staring forward with a ghastly pale stare on her face. Chains dangled above her head as a fragile-looking crystal ball behind her cracked, shattering into two halves.
She stood and kept looking forward and from the darkness, a white door opened, Arad walked inside with his eyes closed and a dying face. It was the end; his soul was disintegrating and no longer able to keep his bodies alive. Even his clone had fallen down, unable to move.
Shi approached him and lifted her palms, staring at a droplet of blood floating there. It was a short life for Arad, born and dead within a year, unable to see anything of the world.
