Kallen felt like dying, even before death came for him.
The overwhelming sense of danger drowned him, swallowing him whole. His body was entirely frozen. He felt his every muscle locked in place in utter dread, his mind spiraling in pure, unfiltered terror.
The fear of death; the most primal, ancient, and immutable fear of man. Rooted in the unknown. Afterall, not all deaths were painful.
What happens after?
The uncertainty of that dark, endless tunnel made even the strongest hearts waver, and even the coldest minds crumble.
Even though Kallen had reincarnated, defying the end once before, he still knew nothing of what lay beyond.
They say ignorance is bliss, but at the same time, ignorance was suffering.
It was no wonder that when death loomed near, those who had accepted it's embrace closed their eyes.
