The moment Midas leapt into the light, his entire world was plunged into darkness. For a split second, he felt as if he was suspended in nothingness. It was like he was floating between the remnants of the Path of Memories and whatever was awaiting him beyond.
The chaos of the fling shape, the randomness of the ricocheting energies, aloof it was behind him. But Midas was still not sure though, so he let the relief that was threatening to come bursting out chill a bit. After all, he was extremely lucky.
He had been extremely lucky to come out of it. This was too obvious. Luck had played an extremely large part in his survival. He had, however, moved on instinct, trusting his gut at every turn, and yet by the end of it all, there was nothing for him to trust other than himself and his will to complete it.
Now he stood there in this strange safety of the void.
