I lay on my back, staring blankly at the starry sky, my soul halfway to the afterlife.
I have been enduring this nightmare for the past five hours.
Five. Damn. Hours.
My body ached in ways I didn't know were possible. My muscles screamed, my bones felt like they'd been reassembled wrong, and my brain had officially given up on making sense of this nightmare.
Honestly, it wasn't too bad at the beginning.
After the initial shock of being bombarded by giggling moons, I'd actually started getting the hang of dodging. By the end of the first hour, I was weaving through the starfall like some kind of cosmic acrobat—or at least, that's what I'd thought. Can't blame myself after getting exploded so many times.
Then I noticed Virion's smile.
He took a glance at my progress and said: "Ah... He's getting too much rest time. Let's spice things up."
And then, the real suffering began.
I call it the [Phase 1: The Stairway to (Hell) Heaven].
