They say your whole life flashes before your eyes when you're dying—but what about the memories you've lost? Do those come rushing back too?
In that final flicker of consciousness, Alistair sank into a foggy half-awareness. Oddly, he didn't wonder who'd betrayed him. No rage, no fear. Just... emptiness.
Rain hammered against his battered body, washing crimson streaks into the pavement. The world around him played out like a muffled dream—sounds distorted, movements blurred. Like a specter watching from beyond, all he had to do was wait.
"Bwahaha! Don't know you from Adam, but thanks for taking out the Phantom Beast's meat puppet!"
The unfamiliar voice slithered into Alistair's ears—his attacker, no doubt. *Squelch.* Wine-red leather boots stomped into view. With his last ounce of stren
