Ringing…
Nothing could be heard except a sharp ringing, drawn out in a torturous pitch. Smoke blurred out the area for hundreds of meters.
And Ambrose?
He couldn't feel his legs. Couldn't feel his fingers. He couldn't feel anything.
Gathering his thoughts was a herculean task but once he did, he immediately tried reaching out to the system. 'Aura? Aura, are you there? What's going on?'
This… feeling…
He couldn't see anything. Not exactly darkness. But a vast expanse of cold, nothingness. He couldn't smell. It was so similar to how he felt before transmigrating.
'No,' he refused to believe it. 'Aura, please. Don't tell me I'm dead.'
He tried to scream but couldn't feel his mouth, let alone find his voice.
No—this couldn't be.
What now? Would he get taken to another world? Would he cease to exist? Or shit—was there an afterlife his soul would end up in?
