She did not know when or how she had stopped falling. When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing in the darkness.
Everything was dark and empty.
Ah, right. I have died.
As she remembered how she died, Lyria looked down to her chest, where she expected a sword to be seen. But there was nothing. Her clothes had even returned to their normal condition. No blood, no torn. Her burnt sleeves had even returned.
At least I do not have to be naked in the afterlife.
But seriously... this afterlife sucks.
There was only darkness everywhere she saw. Darkness and nothingness.
"Lyria?"
Lyria snapped her attention to the source of the voice. Her heart was racing. She knew the voice.
A figure emerged from the darkness. White hair as snow, rouge lips, and light grey eyes.
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