W-where am I?
The thought surfaced sluggishly, like a bubble rising through tar. My vision swam, the world a bleached smear of white.
Snow?
No, it was too bright, too empty to be simple snow.
Hmm?
Then I remembered everything:
- The Shroud's maw yawning wide, the chilling plunge into its core.
- Lantern's Glim, Shared Burden, and Mender's Paradox working in tandem, the Crescent Mirror's Mirror Reversal effect channeling through its very essence.
- Every power, every last drop of aura, had been poured into that single, desperate gambit.
I'm not dead, am I?
A knot of unease tightened in my gut. I tried to reach out, to summon the familiar, comforting screen of the System.
No 'ding', no holographic prompt, nothing.
Just the vast, unsettling silence of this strange void.
Thrummm.
Then, the oppressive white began to waver, softening at its edges.
