Grim found himself sitting in an endless white void, the sounds of battle completely gone. The pain that had been tearing through his body was reduced to a distant ache, like a memory of agony rather than the actual experience.
"Well, this is inconvenient," a familiar voice said beside him.
Grim turned to see who was speaking, but found only empty white space. The voice that had guided him through his life, but had been silent the entire time he had been in the sea realms.
"You're dying," the voice continued matter-of-factly. "Mo Xuan's attack did more damage than your body can handle. Your soul is coming apart at the seams."
"Great," Grim replied, surprised to find he could speak normally in this place. "Any suggestions, or are you just here to narrate my death?"
"Oh, I have suggestions," the voice said with what might have been amusement. "But first, we need to have a conversation we should have had years ago."
