Darkness surrounded him. Not the comforting kind that promised rest, but the suffocating void that whispered of oblivion. Lucas Grey floated in this nothingness, his consciousness tethered by an increasingly fragile thread as the commander's dark chi invaded his very essence.
In this liminal space between awareness and death, time stretched meaningless. The pain had faded to numbness—a dangerous sign. His body was shutting down, systems failing as his connection to his electrical abilities was systematically severed.
Let go, the darkness seemed to whisper. Rest
For one fleeting moment, the offer was tempting. An end to the constant battle, the weight of expectation, the burden of ability. How easy it would be to simply... drift away.
