Meanwhile, far from the tense atmosphere of the pavilion, a figure suddenly dropped onto a cold, metal slab deep within the morgue of Clear Moon City.
"Ahhhh!"
The man screamed as he fell, his mind still trapped in the final moment of his supposed death.
The last thing he remembered was his body exploding into a cloud of blood mist, his consciousness fading into darkness.
He had been certain… absolutely certain… that he was finished.
And yet… he was still here.
His body slammed onto the corpse bed with a dull thud, the icy chill seeping through his bones and snapping him back to reality.
He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as panic and confusion warred within him.
"I… I'm alive?"
His voice trembled as he slowly pushed himself up, his eyes darting wildly around his surroundings.
Rows of still bodies lay neatly arranged nearby, the faint stench of death lingering in the air.
