It's Dark.
Only darkness.
Aldrian saw nothing but darkness—darker than a night sky. The last thing he remembered was the Heavenly Demon waving his hand, and then the scene around him shattered. After that, there was nothing. He felt like he was floating in the void, directionless. Yet, the rage inside him lingered, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, because he hadn't had the chance to release it.
He needed to know what that "thing" was, but the Heavenly Demon had sent him back before he could do anything.
"Hold on, Aldrian. Don't let anger control you," he told himself, trying to calm down with those self-reflective words. But the rage still simmered within. He couldn't believe how petty he felt—angry just because he had experienced fear. He knew he was prideful, but feeling this much rage over mere fear was something new for him.
