Church could no longer remember how he left the Great Rift, nor could he recall what he was doing now. His consciousness was close to nothingness, and all his actions at the moment seemed more like instinctive subconscious actions than controlled by will.
A walking corpse.
In an effort to destroy the sealed gas canisters as much as possible and prevent disaster, Church came into close contact with the Blight Plague, which severely drained his own Ether and invaded his flesh. After this, Morrison's attack followed, its deadly wings raising a howling wind. Along with the onslaught of the Blight Plague, Church nearly died in that deadly corridor.
Now his blood seemed to have dried up, rotting black wounds crusting together into hideous, terrifying scars. His eyes were lifeless, and countless fragmented thoughts wandered through his mind, never able to come together.
In a daze, Church thought of his mother once again. It felt magical, like dreaming.
