At this moment, that beam of light burst forth like the fire of hope.
Ethan Smith was suddenly awakened by this beam of light, and he tried with all his might to move closer to it.
At this moment, he couldn't feel his body, nor anything else.
In front of him was only that single light, a flag showing his survival.
Ethan dared not relax even a bit, even though he couldn't perceive his body; he tried every means to move closer to it.
The extreme dark silence was beckoning him to sleep.
Once asleep, eternal peace would follow, but Ethan resisted the awareness piercing to his bones.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally slowly approached the light.
It was a butterfly, flapping its wings.
Like a human, it stared at Ethan, dancing gracefully before him.
Seeing the familiar butterfly, Ethan suddenly became dazed.
It was a strong sense of familiarity, but at this moment, he couldn't recall why.
Ethan slowly squatted down, placing the butterfly on his palm.
