Aven's mind raced for various solutions that could salvage him from the current state he was in, a situation whereby his life is hanging on a thread of wool that could be torn asunder at any moment.
Aven felt an heard piercing pain, his mind seemed to be on the verge of collapsing from the versatile way of attack from the evil entity.
Fuck this creature, want to send this young master to Hell.
Aven scoffed, am afraid it's not yet your time.
Aven's mind raced for various solutions, finally when he was on the verge of collapsing, on the verge of succumbing to the evil entity's malevolent call.
His mind suddenly clicked onto a thread of fate, that thread of fate connecting him to various other pieces, then finally becoming a final piece.
Indeed, that weird state I tried to enter into, they must be something about it that can make me be able to enter it...provided the system is able or even willing to answer my calls.
System, system.
