Darkness.
That was Regan's first thought as his soul was punched back to his body for as many times as he remembered. He couldn't hear anything around him. The only sound he could hear was his rapid breathing, fighting to resist the darkness that was threatening to swallow him. But he doesn't have the energy as always.
Crawling from the cave had taken his last remnants of strength, his body wracked with injuries and barely clinging to life. As darkness enveloped him, he felt himself falling again.
He wanted to fight back, he wanted to scream. But his limbs wouldn't move nor was his mouth could open.
He felt helpless. His breath became faint in his ears and slowly as ever, he fell into the ocean of darkness he was used to by now.
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"Is he dead?"
"No, I think he's alive. But what happened to him?"
"Did you say he crawled out of the cave?"
"Yes, sister."
