Remington's POV-
I expected to be submerged into the blank nothingness I believed to be waiting for me when I passed out and ultimately succumbed to the blood loss. I had assumed that there would be nothing to greet me after death. No picturesque field, no celestial beings, no sense of peace, and least of all, no family. What I had done was such a drastic action that I believed my karma would be in the form of perpetual silence. I had been sorely mistaken.
While I was correct in assuming I wouldn't be sauntering around a pretty field filled with wildflowers, I definitely was not left in silence. In a very surreal turn of events, I stood standing over my mates while they clung to my limp frame. My blood coated them liberally as Renatus cried over me and Raclaus tried to force his blood in
