Dead.
That's how Zaroth felt in this moment. His senses were gone—he couldn't hear, see, or feel anything.
His eyes were gone, meaning he was unable to see the destruction of the capital and the giant death toll the fight with the Demigod had caused.
His ears were gone, making him deaf, so he wasn't able to hear the screams of the mothers that had lost their children. He couldn't hear the cries of the fathers trying to save their family.
His nose was destroyed. As a result, he wasn't able to smell the fire and ash that were rising high in the air.
And lastly, most of his nerves were gone, so he wasn't even able to feel pain.
Was he alive? Or was he dead? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was alone.
'Did you forget about me?' a faint voice called out.
'Luna?' Zaroth spoke in his head.
'I am in your soul, and as such, we can talk whenever we wish to, even if you are about to die,' she explained.
