Life is dark and meaningless. That was what it had taught every single day I'd been cursed to live it. And now, finally, it was coming to an end.

My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. 

Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. 

My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. 

Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods?

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The last rays of light faltered, cutting off one by one as the sun vanished behind the Solori Mountains. Fires burned across the peaks in lines of red that crept unevenly down the slopes. The occasional bloom of sun, lightning, or fire magic blossomed in the valleys, sending plumes of light reaching into the darkened sky. They faded slowly, leaving glittering starbursts to vanish in their wake.


Chapter 1199 - The Answer