บท 117: I Made A Promise

In the eerie stillness of the abyss, where darkness threatened to swallow me whole, I found myself teetering on the brink of despair. I was falling endlessly with no end in sight, my consciousness slowly fading. I awaited death quietly, but a strange sensation washed over me—a presence, familiar yet foreign, began to materialize before my eyes.

"Is this how we'll end? Hell no! There's a throne out there we need to take, so stop messing around and get going!" It said.

It was me, or at least a spectral rendition of me, shimmering with an ethereal glow. I blinked, unsure if my eyes were deceiving me, but the apparition remained, its form mirroring mine in every detail. With a shout, it extended a hand towards me, its eyes filled with a fire of life.

"Get up, John Avery! A mere demon isn't enough to scare us!" It said with a thunderous tone.

its touch emitted a faint warmth that cut through the cold grip of the abyss.