In a continuous expansion, Colin's consciousness struggled to take shape, the time for contemplating a single thought growing ever longer, and soon enough, he fell into a deep sleep.
Rather than being plunged into nightmares due to the various terrifying negative effects as before, this time he truly slept heavily.
Unable to perceive anything, like death itself...
Who knows how much time had passed, when suddenly the calm sea surface arched upwards, and then, a figure wrapped in water was spat out, tracing an arc through the air before landing with a splash in a dilapidated city near the ocean.
After rolling several times, the figure came to a stop amidst the rubble, motionless...
Then, there was no further movement.
Only God knows how much time later, a group of shabbily dressed people suddenly arrived, totaling fourteen.
