Darkness. Not the absence of light, but a void, a personal liminal space where existence itself seemed to falter. Adam floated within this abyss, his consciousness adrift, untethered from the physical realm. He was aware, yet not; present, yet absent at the same time.
A barrage of different sounds pierced the void: the clash of blades, the crackle of energy, the guttural growls of combat. Through this auditory chaos, a singular voice rang clear to him in that moment, a desire from someone close, as that person's most inner wish echoed from the physical realm directly in this non-existent one, a voice he recognized all too well.
'I don't want to die.'
Clara... Her voice, filled with desperation, anchored him, as memories surged: her unwavering loyalty as a result of Recall oblivion, their shared battles short but memorable, and the story they had told each other.
"Cl@r@...
