"Arrhh"
A groaning sound echoed in the darkness before Aether's eyes slowly fluttered and opened… to see nothing but a heavy, suffocating void pressing against him from every side.
But this time,
"Grace? Are you there?" He whispered with a painful expression as his hand reached for his neck… the phantom sensation of it being torn open again and again burned through his nerves.
The pain in his neck felt real… yet here he was alive and breathing in this cold, lightless place.
Was his skill working?
Reversed to the time when he died?
But he couldn't sense his ability, though?
What the heck was going on here?
"I am on top of you…" Grace whispered quietly. The sound came from somewhere near his chest, too close, too soft. Aether looked down… on his chest, he felt a small trembling weight, but he couldn't see her at all… her purple fluttering particles had vanished.
