The air grew thicker and thicker, leaving Henry no room to breathe.
Henry struggled to tear through every kind of substance wrapping around him, but it was useless. He couldn't help thinking of Joshua—was Joshua also enduring the same pain as him…
At the final moment of his life, the only thought in Henry's heart was unwillingness. Unwilling to die like this, unwilling to lose Joshua, unwilling to let Joshua be afraid.
His consciousness slowly sank into darkness, sinking, sinking. Until a streak of light suddenly rose and wrapped around him. Henry—no, or Nine, or perhaps Henry himself—suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Memories exploded in his mind, making Nine frown, no, he should be Henry. From beginning to end, he had always been Henry.
He knew he had died, but the will of the world had sought him out. As long as he repaired enough of the cracks in the shattered parallel worlds, the will of the world would give that apocalyptic world a chance to merge with another parallel world.
