For better or worse, it only lasted one night.
But that dream was too different, too real, so vivid after waking up that it felt like it had just happened right before my eyes.
——Death.
No sound, no light, only the remnants of pure consciousness and concept.
——Must protect.
——It doesn't matter if others are killed.
Endless black mire enveloped concepts as they slowly filled into consciousness, leaving a world with nothing but black sludge writhing like vengeful spirits.
——Is this death?
——Is this hell?
Looking back, the realization that one could be aware of dying midway through a battle was a miracle in itself.
The consciousness became increasingly blurred, sensations slowly faded away, and a feeling of impotence as if being torn from the world began to spread. Past scenes flittered by in front of the eyes like a fast-running lantern slide.
