Aden stood in the Silver sand again. His feet buried knee deep into it, but he felt no coarseness against his bare feet.
A black sun that looked more like a punch in the fabric of reality hung in the space and produced a bright light.
There was no wind, no sound, no air and most importantly, no pain.
The sloshing of the sand as he moved forward echoed clearly in his ears and strangely enough, through every corner of the land.
Aden walked aimlessly for an indeterminable amount of time, as his mind recalled the last moments before he lost consciousness.
"Mixing Resonance and Void energy," he bit his lips. "How come I never thought of that?"
Aden looked at his own hands. Here, they weren't charred. They were translucent, flickering between flesh and that same silver metal.
