Clyde felt as if he was nowhere at all.
It was like drowning in a deep sea with no surface, no light, and no direction. He can only feel the crushing weight of silence. No sky above, no ground below. Only endless black water and the numb sensation of drifting.
He didn't know how long he had been there. Maybe time had stopped. Maybe he had stopped existing altogether.
But it wasn't so bad, he thought. Not really.
Because Asqa was gone now. She had died and burned away in that final clash, and he was alone again. Truly alone. No more gods or wars around them. No more purpose. It was over.
He had failed to avenge her and failed to break the chains of the Higher Beings. He had kill some of them but it wasn't enough. In the end, he died too. Now he would disappear, fading, become nothing.
That would be the end of his story.
