Radiance stepped forward quietly.
Or rather, he felt as though he stepped forward.
His physical body had long since vanished, yet his presence remained rooted in this place.
The damp air brushed against his numb, unfeeling skin.
When his foot passed through a cold puddle, ripples spread across the surface—
But he could no longer feel the sensation.
The cave was drowned in endless darkness.
Its walls were slick with moss and mold, and water dripped rhythmically from the ceiling, soaking the ground in haunting beats.
Though no wind blew, faint whispers echoed—like the lingering traces of vanished souls brushing past Radiance's ears.
He reached out a hand—
A hand that was no longer physical.
The blurred silhouette of his form began to solidify again.
Radiance clenched his jaw.
Ever since his battle with Alfred, he had lost the ability to feel anything.
What he sensed now were merely echoes—memories of sensations long gone.
