CRACK!
Everything collapsed, consumed entirely, and pulled into a dark, endless space.
In this emptiness, one object drifted aimlessly without direction: Asher's head.
It was lifeless, hollow—just another piece of debris drifting aimlessly in the darkness.
But then, his eyes flickered. A golden glow pulsed from within, faint at first, then growing stronger until his eyes fully opened.
That wasn't all. Slowly, his body that had once been pulverized began to stir.
They drifted in the air, coalescing together as he began to regenerate. It started at his neck, then his torso, followed by his arms and hands, and finally, his feet.
Piece by piece, he was coming back together, as if the fragments of his very being were being pulled back into place.
