Smool the Kin Destroyer's POV:
With a small smile as I felt my soul parting piece by piece, I nodded as I pushed my hardest to keep a serene expression. "Remember, I'm still out there, in some other realm or place. Sooner or later, we'll find each other again."
I could see Nord's expression full of grief and guilt, the faces of Cleare, Izzy, Evie, Rivera, Alaric, Maya, and Bash were the last thing I remembered before everything became dark.
And then…
I was asleep.
Away from the system.
Constantly shifting forms as I hovered in the dark-blue space.
"Am I man?"
"Am I woman?"
"Am I an animal?"
"Am I an insect?"
"What am I?"
"…"
My thoughts, or rather dreams that flashed in my sleeping consciousness resounded out loud.
"A player."
A voice.
A soft and kind voice.
"You, Smool, are a player of the System."
Ah… yes. I remember now. I am a player.
A game player.
