Darkness.
A place of no light, no sound, no life.
Only fleeting thoughts flowed in the transient stream of sentience, teetering on the edge of existence and nonexistence.
'So I lost… huh?'
Stefan could feel nothing any longer. It felt like he no longer had a body.
It was only a matter of time before his mind was gone too.
'I guess this is the end.'
In one's last moments, they tend to remember their regrets while going over their life.
That wasn't the case for Stefan.
He didn't seem to have any regrets or care for the life he once led. He had lost despite giving it his all.
The smile he received right before he lost his sight, and the final words he got to hear right after his demise.
Those were the things that clung to his mind.
'I was able to choose a path for myself, right until the very end. That alone makes me happy…'