Darkness.
It felt as though he were floating in an endless void.
Atticus had been through this situation far too many times to not recognize it instantly, his mindscape.
'I fainted… again.'
At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. Gain a sudden, overwhelming power-up, then black out right after.
'I wonder how long I'll be unconscious this time.'
If he remembered correctly, the last time he had been out for a month. It was a single blip to him, but an eternity in the real world.
But as the memories of the past surged into his mind, his thoughts froze.
He remembered everything.
The battle with Elderish.
The battle with the Gardener.
Killing the Gardener.
'Shit.'
There was never a worse time to faint than now, or ever, really.
'Please tell me it's not going to be long this time…'
The usual calm he wore like armor cracked, giving way to panic.
