With a flash, my vision was restored, though the moment I got a sense of where I was, my senses were blasted with a lot of things all at once.
"Urgh...!"
The struggling word indeed fell from my lips as I felt the collective cries of pain, despair, anger, disbelief, unfairness and all the calls being given out towards the call of death itself. It's like I could feel the accumulated calls of unfairness swirling around that the lost souls feel towards death, the unfairest certainty that lives.
Because death is fair and unfair at the same time.
Death is fair for it finds and gets everyone in the end, but it's unfair for the fact that it might take the life of a sound, innocent child starving in the streets, yet lets the fat, ugly, pig-like noble profiting off it live. It's fair yet unfair, and I was feeling the calls of such people, their anger, hatred-like things formed around the souls clinging to me, begging at me.
[Focus!]
