Death was something very few could experience and live to tell the tale. It was something hard to describe. Whether it was the sensation of the collapse of one's consciousness, the signs of your awareness that seemed to feel everlasting at times fade, or the unforgiving coldness permeating throughout your limbs as your heart stops beating, they were all incredibly difficult to describe.
"HUUUUUU!"
But amongst what should've been eternal darkness, a speck of radiant grey light flashed in what felt like the entire world.
"Haaaaa…"
A sharp exhale followed that sound of an incomparably deep inhale, expelling all those feelings of death sweeping across the soul, the mind, the heart, and the skin.
Wei Wuyin's lonesome head that formed some kind of eternal loneliness froze in the Dark Void. Then, the head reversed its spin. The body that had been detonated into bloody mist alongside those four Astral Souls began to shiver as it gained substance, bone, and flesh.
