Endless darkness surrounded Alden.
He didn't know where it ended or began. His self-awareness was extremely faint akin to a candle on the verge of being snuffed out.
It felt like he was on a dangerous precipice. If he succumbed to the blackness, his existence would likely become no more. Unfortunately, because of his weakness, Alden had no strength to resist his oppressive surroundings.
All he could do was float within this never-ending blackness and hope.
…He was at its mercy.
Luckily for him, it suddenly receded after an interminable length of time.
Alden's eyes slowly fluttered open.
He braced himself for the heavenly sight that would doubtless greet him. At the back of his mind, the young man wondered why it had taken him so long to die. It would be foolish to assume he still lived - the severity of his injuries was too much.
