The world around Morgan was crumbling.
Rather, it was the vision that he'd been trapped in that was slowly coming undone.
The battlefield erupted into a storm of countless white sparks, each fragment carrying away a piece of the ancient memory before dissolving into nothingness.
Morgan instinctively raised an arm to shield his eyes from the light.
The torrent of light swallowed him whole.
A moment later, the world around him spun at a frenetic pace, the mirage dissolving into a myriad of white sparks.
For one disorienting fleeting moment, there was neither up nor down.
There was no light or sound.
Only eerie stillness and silence.
And somehow, it felt strangely...peaceful.
This time, Morgan found himself slowly spinning through a timeless void.
He finally came to a stop, floating gently through the dark expanse of the void.
Morgan slowly lowered his arm, warily scrutinizing his surroundings.
"What the hell?"
