Death comes like winter rain. Freezing all sensations and encumbering the body, after which consciousness plummets into the abyss like a piece of lead.
Joshua calmly felt this heaviest, strongest, and most dizzying sense of slumber. Watching his own flame of life dimming bit by bit, an infinite amount of memories started to replay in his eyes.
But he killed those images and continued feeling the taste of coming in contact with death.
Since his eyes were burned off and his nerves charred, he had no senses left. Hearing, smell, touch, and sight were already too far gone, allowing the warrior to easily sense things he would not feel normally.
He could see his own soul, still lit by just a fraction, sparkling intensely in the darkness.
Under the radiance of his soul, he could see and hear hazily.
"Not Like that! Holy Light can regenerate flesh and blood and restore life, but…"
A kind old woman's anxiety.
"This requires pure lifeforce…"
