I did not hear the sound of the massive engine that gathered my soul from death, and I could not decide if this was a good or bad thing… I was becoming used to hearing its massive grinding gears.
Sigh, I hope this was not a bad thing, but I cannot be worried about what I cannot control.
The spike came free of my skull, and the world came back with it.
Everything crashed into place at once. I was no longer on my cot inside a tent, and the voice of my sister was gone… The system did not lie; I now had a second checkpoint, and I remembered that there had been a brief moment of disorientation when it felt I could have paused my awakening and selected my destination, but I had allowed this feeling to pass.
The second I pulled the last inch of bone out of my head, the checkpoint took hold and the moment locked, as the piercing cold of Death Touched shook away the shock of my last death.
