The place was dark… a dense darkness, to the point that I could no longer feel anything at all.
It was as if I were floating in an endless black void.
At that moment, a heavy question crept into my mind:
Is this what happens to a person when they die?
What a lonely feeling…
Will I remain like this forever?
Does everyone who dies end up here, trapped in this eternal darkness?
If that is the case… then it is truly a cruel fate.
Hmm… but wait.
Doesn't this place feel familiar somehow?
Suddenly, as if a distant memory forced its way through the darkness, I remembered.
Yes… when I lost consciousness for the first time, when I entered the battlefield… I was here. In this very place, or at least somewhere very similar to it.
So… does that mean I haven't died yet?
That must be it, right?
A weak thread of hope slipped into my chest. It was small, but it was enough for me to cling to with everything I had.
I don't want to die yet…
Not now.
Not before I return to my brother.
