Adam had a dream.
There was nothing but infinite darkness, stretching endlessly in all directions. In that lightless void, Adam found himself falling.
Did I step into the spirit world again? He thought in amusement.
But no, this wasn't the spirit world.
It was just darkness.
A darkness of his own making, perhaps.
As he continued to fall, his gaze was drawn to his own hands.
Huh? I can… see? He wondered, confused.
He looked at his hands and found them to be completely fine. There were no scars, no burn marks, no acid marks, no nothing. They were like they used to be before the Battle of Ravenfell.
What's happening?
He lowered his head to observe the rest of his body, and found that they, too, seemed completely normal. Adam simply couldn't understand what was going on.
Yet, strangely enough, he didn't find himself panicking.
Am I… dead?
No, that shouldn't be possible. I'm quite hard to kill, he thought to himself with slight smugness.
Then, what the hell is this?
