"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
It was the sound of the waves.
Sam opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered.
What he saw was an incredibly blue sky, with golden sunlight weaving through it, and the sound of waves gently rolling around him.
Waves?
Sam was puzzled.
His memory told him that he should have been at that critical moment of choice, leaping resolutely into the magma...
He could even still feel that extreme burning sensation.
It was as if his entire body, his entire soul, was about to be burned to ashes, melted away like molten iron in a forge.
This sensation was unprecedented, and Sam even thought he had truly experienced what death felt like... It seemed about right, anyway. Certainly, no one would want to die in such a way.
It was too painful.
Worse than torture.
This was no dream; it was more like a torture chamber!
But what was this situation now?
Could this be heaven?
"You're awake?"
