Under the light of the moon… and beneath the wing of night…
The only time when that bitter eclipse faded—if only for a fleeting moment.
Moon ran swiftly, a wounded young man draped across her back.
He had lost so much blood that his wounds no longer bled as violently as they had before.
Ethan had lost consciousness, no longer aware of anything happening around him.
His awareness slipped away… into darkness. Into a cold, desolate void.
Far removed from the physical world—where he no longer possessed a solid body to rely on—there, he became nothing.
When his awareness returned, Ethan found himself in a familiar place… somewhere he had been not long ago.
"Once again… I'm drowning," he muttered in a heavy voice, exhaustion weighing down his very being.
Here… there was nothing but darkness.
No light. No warmth.
At first, he believed he was alone in this place.
But he soon realized how wrong he was.
As he gazed deeper into the abyss, he saw them.
