There was nothing.
No light.
No sound.
No pain.
No warmth.
Just silence… and thought.
"…I fucked up."
The words drifted through the void like a lazy sigh. They didn't echo, because there was nothing for them to bounce off of. Just a meaningless, empty space, calm, cold, and quiet.
He couldn't see. He couldn't hear, nor could he even feel his own body. That was the downside of having your head blown off in his situation. No brain meant no senses to fall on. No way to move. No way to speak. All he had left was his thought clinging to the last spark of his existence.
Good news, however, was that he wasn't in heaven or hell. He wasn't floating through some spiritual realm. Rather, he was still inside himself.
The moment he lost his head, his consciousness transferred right into his heart.
"It is both a blessing and a curse to have eternity as the source of my ability…
