Aether groaned in pain, as in the darkness that enveloped everything around him, a small light, which started to get bigger with every second, yet for him, even a second was a year of agony, with the adrenaline rushing, his brain could think at an unnecessarily slow pace. His vision continued to darken as he slowly entered his Trial.
He had to survive, he had to redeem his sins, and become a Seeker; there was no other way. He couldn't let himself die; he wasn't going to die, not now.
Yet... even after becoming part of the book created just for him, for him to pay for his deeds and become someone new, a newer and purer soul, he was still dying, he couldn't fight, it was too much pain.
Yet, he was able to see some people rushing over to him.
He was saved...
In the end, he wasn't going to die...
...
Aether spat out blood as one of the men stabbed him, with a hungry smile on his face.
