After his soul slipped free of his body, Vivian found himself once again in that same dreadful white void that had haunted him for so long.
The first thought that came to his mind was Charlotte.
He called her name, again and again, but the void only swallowed his voice.
Days, or what felt like days, passed as he wandered through the endless white, searching for her. Yet no matter how far he went, he couldn't find her.
"Haa…" A sigh escaped him, heavy with disappointment.
"I couldn't even meet her even in death. Was this place a prison?" He didn't know.
All he was certain of was that this vast, hollow void would be his final resting place.
The thought left a bitter taste, he had hoped, at least in death, to be reunited with Charlotte, who had gone before him.
But now, standing in this endless nothingness, there was nothing left to do but stare into the blank expanse.
"Haa… at least I was able to avenge Char—" he stopped mid-sentence, the realization hitting him.
