David felt as if he were dreaming. It was like he was lying in bed but had forgotten to close the window in the dead of winter; he felt colder and colder, and the ground constantly trembled beneath him. It felt like an earthquake.
Very quickly, he discovered that it wasn't an illusion, nor was it a dream—he was in the midst of a real earthquake. The earth groaned, trembling and fracturing ceaselessly.
And as his self-awareness became increasingly clearer, the memories of his sudden encounter with the King of the North Wind, who had just finished off the Decayed Dragon God, and their desperate battle that led to their demise, flashed through his mind like a fast-forwarded slide show.
No... hadn't I died? Or perhaps, I truly had died, and now I'm in a soul-state? No, that couldn't be right. Although he had never died before, he had read many records about the death experiences of powerful beings. At the very least, after death, one shouldn't have such a rich sensory experience.
