Meanwhile, just as silent guardians surrounded one golden dragon who was desperate for answers, one aide was in the middle of something that felt like an inferno.
Amidst the bid to figure out why the once-prominent sigil had turned into fading lines that pulsed weakly across pale skin, Riley, on the other hand, felt trapped in a place that was neither here nor there.
Was it limbo?
The blackness around him continued to shatter, cracks splitting and spreading while his body felt as though it was being yanked in different directions at once. The stillness was gone, replaced with a searing agony that drowned out everything else.
People always said that before death you remembered important things. Faces, names, moments. But no one ever mentioned that pain left no room for memory. It consumed thought. And maybe that was why no such accounts existed. Whoever had lived through this much pain never made it back to speak of it.
