I can feel my body being hurled through the air; it's devastating to think that today... I might die. I trust my skills and my defenses, but the mont I felt the destructive power in her heart, I knew she was too strong.
Of course, I could simply run. I wonder how that would go... but I don't have ti. Seong-hoon froze her mid-explosion, and the second she breaks free, it'll blast to pieces.
I look to my left—the universe is empty. I look to my right—just the sa. No one will witness my glorious death. I sigh, holding Kaelthira back from exploding on the spot. I try to weigh my chances. Not looking good... I curse this fate.
For so reason, I can feel the universe around . I've never felt that before. Every single breath of light falling on carries a vast amount of energy, what many would call cosmic energy, and a little bit of sothing unfamiliar.
Crack...
Another burst of destructive energy forces its way out. And here I am, in this empty space, left to wait for my death. But that energy... why does it feel like I can absorb it? It's solid, even though it's invisible to the eye. It lashes at my skin, as if trying to beco part of . I try to let a little in, and a sharp pain shoots through my veins.
Instantly, I pull back—and the unstable ice shatters. Before my eyes, multicolored light surrounds ; it's hot and razor-sharp, ant to cook from the inside out before finally incinerating , leaving nothing behind but ashes.
This is finally it. I can rest in peace... I hold on for a mont, and then—
........
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Crack
Am I… alive? Or is this hell? I don't know how much ti has passed, but all I can rember is… is…
I try to open my eyes. My eyelids don't move an inch...
My mind is fuzzy, as if I was hit by a truck. But who would hit an innocent girl? Must have been a mad asshole, right? Ugh… not like there aren't any. But that's getting beside the point…
Just where am I? And who am I? My body feels weightless, like a feather floating in the sky. Wait—am I an angel? Did I die and beco the gods' servant? I an… I've always been a good person. Ahem. Maybe too good. Or was I? I can't rember.
The point is… I can't rember anything. All I can do is float in this void and hope that sobody will find . They will, right? Or am I all alone? Panic starts to sink in. I feel scared and lonely. I hate darkness… but darkness is all I see…
Please… don't let stay here any longer. Whoever I am, wherever I am, I just want to go ho. Sobody… please…
I don't know how much ti has passed. But nothing has changed… Sohow, I'm beginning to get used to this darkness and the feeling of being as light as a feather. It's becoming… comfortable. At least, I have to learn to live with my fears. I think…
Ouch! Suddenly, a sharp pain—like I'd been stung by a bee—rushes through my back. Or at least, where I imagine my back should be. What the hell?
Ouch! Shit! Stop!
My whole body starts to hurt, every single place, as if I'm being stitched together by invisible needles. Am I a puppet? What is this feeling? I hate it, it hurts… please, no more…
But my pleas go unheard. The stinging pain doesn't stop. It's been at least an hour, I think… unless my sense of ti is completely ssed up here in the void.
Little by little I feel like I'm being crafted like a clay figure, each piece becos heavy, and I no longer feel lightweight, yet not quite complete either. I am missing sothing... I believe it's important, perhaps. It would even help rember who I am...
You've killed us...
You tortured us...
You devoured us...
You're a witch!
A slut!
Die!
Die! And be cast to hell!
DIEEE!!!
Who?! Who are you?! I panic as voices crash into my mind, as if they're coming from inside . Just who would do this? What did I ever do to you?!
You ate us... how dare you?
Who are you? I never ate anybody—leave alone! I scream in my mind as loud as I can, hysteria taking over.
But she can't die...
No... not yet...
She must fulfill her destiny.
And then what?
Then... she will repent for her sins...
Yes! You're right, I want to see her suffer...
Stitch her up, fix her up. She's not dying today...
Leave alone! I scream, trying to force the voices away. I don't even understand what they're talking about... all of this is so foreign. What did I ever do wrong? Who did I hurt?
NEVER!
Ahhh!!! Imnse pain crashes through my mind, like millions of voices screaming at all at once—human, beast, and all kinds of other creatures. All of them raised their voices, and now I feel like my mind has been shattered. It was too much... But their voices are gone now... I hope forever...
Rember who you are. Rember your purpose... Rember what you stole from us...
It begins again. This ti, though, I choose not to speak. Maybe if I listen to the voices, they'll calm down and disappear... or maybe I can learn who I am...
But... I can't rember. Why do I need to? Let be in peace... I know that if I could, I would be sobbing right now...
She forgot?
She forgot...
She did indeed...
How dare she?
She must rember...
Yes! I can't let her forget my death...
Let her rember. Let her witness her journey.
Who is first? Who died to her first? Go and show her why she was called by that na.
Yes! Remind her of her true destiny, not a fake one soone else crafted for her.
Very well...
A voice—thick and deep, with a rough, growling edge—slowly creeps closer to .
Suddenly, my mind twists, making dizzy. And before my eyes stands a tall monster with the head of a boar and the body of a rat.
I stand in front of it, our eyes locked on each other. A scent of fresh forest drifts into my nostrils. It feels… familiar.
"Welco, Death Eater... Do you rember ?"
"Ra... Ratabo?"
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