There was a deep solemness in Seth's expression.
He stood amidst the rubble and the dead, his expression distant and solemn, as if he had just woken from a deep, century-long sleep.
His mind was hazy, yet he still remembered the exact moment his life ended.
When the explosion swallowed him, his consciousness had "descended," falling into a strange, desolate place of absolute darkness.
Within that desolate dark place, countless pairs of eyes had turned to look at him.
Each one radiated a unique form of madness and evil so profound his human mind couldn't even begin to comprehend it.
They were ancient, hungry things, and they had reached for him, eager to pull his fragile consciousness apart.
Just before their touch could claim him, a mysterious force had wrenched him back, slamming him into his resurrected body.
'The life after death does not seem peaceful at all...'
He silently concluded, a cold dread settling deep in his bones.
