Jaden's body was dragged downward at a terrifying speed, and he felt completely helpless as he plunged deeper into the shroud of darkness. The descent seemed endless, a vertigo-inducing free fall into an unknown abyss. His mind was filled with a sense of desperation and despair, and he cried out in fear and frustration.In the suffocating darkness, faint whispers began to creep into his consciousness, like ethereal echoes teasing the edges of his sanity. They were barely discernible at first, like the distant murmur of lost souls. The more he descended, the clearer they became, their tone increasing in intensity. They were haunting, eerie, and filled with an unfathomable sorrow.Between those chilling whispers, haunting screams tore through the dark, cutting through the oppressive silence like a knife. They were heart-rending wails of anguish and despair that reverberated through the void, sending shivers down Jaden's spine.Amidst the chaos, a myriad of emotions surged through him—fea

The grand meeting chamber exuded an air of imposing significance, its decor radiating an aura of authority and power. Elaborate chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the opulent room, their intricate crystals refracting the light and sending sparkling patterns dancing across the walls. The polished wooden table that stretched across the center of the chamber exuded a rich, deep hue, its surface gleaming like a mirror.The table was lined with high-backed chairs, each meticulously positioned to accommodate the prominent figures. The chairs' dark mahogany frames were adorned with plush upholstery in deep shades of emerald and sapphire, a touch of elegance amid the gravity of the discussions that would unfold.At the head of the table, elevated slightly above the rest, sat the Supreme Commander, his presence commanding attention. His uniform, crisply tailored in deep navy blue, bore insignias denoting his rank and achievements. The Commander-in-Chief, a strategist of renowned stature

'How?... How long has it been?' His thoughts were a swirling maelstrom of confusion, a tempest of uncertainty. In this otherworldly realm, everything appeared to lack meaning, a puzzle with pieces scattered by a malevolent force. His grasp on reality slipped, like grains of sand through trembling fingers. He clasped his ears, fingers digging into his head, desperate to stifle the unending chant that clawed at his sanity, like a relentless tide eroding the shore. True madness was an unveiled mask, showing its hideous visage. "Nobody would ever embrace you for who you are, you're nothing but a weight, a burden!" The doppelgangers' words echoed, each syllable a poison-tipped arrow aimed at his heart. They swarmed around him, an onslaught of malicious echoes. His eyes squeezed shut, hands pressing harder against his ears, as his screams mingled with the cacophonous tumult. The last threads of sanity slipped away like water through a sieve. 'How much longer can I endure this?' he w

His body became a mere plaything of some unseen force, flung across the air like a rag doll. Pain engulfed every fiber of his being, an agonizing chorus that drowned out rational thought. 'What was that?' he thought, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear.With a bone-shattering impact, his body collided mercilessly with the ground. He transformed into a human projectile, hurtling backward across the jagged terrain. The earth tore at his flesh with a voracious hunger, leaving him a battered and bruised mess. Finally, his turbulent journey came to a thunderous and painful halt, his ragged form sprawled amidst the landscape, gasping for breath, and his senses reeling from the sheer brutality of the ordeal.He winced, agony coursing through every fiber of his being. Tremendous pain engulfed him, bruises covering his battered body. He clung desperately to his shattered ribs, his contorted face etched with unrelenting anguish.Amidst the oppressive shadows, a figure stood, a mere silho

"Why?" This question echoed in his mind, gradually transforming into distant echoes, as his consciousness teetered on the precipice between wakefulness and slumber."You won't make it," his father's voice echoed in his head, jolting him back to reality, and his eyelids fluttered open.It was enveloped in darkness, his senses still cloaked in a haze. He blinked repeatedly, attempting to acclimate to the obscurity that surrounded him.Where was he? A multitude of questions swarmed his thoughts, but they were all met with an impenetrable silence, and the pervasive darkness disoriented him.The soft, cushioned fabric beneath him pressed against his back, a familiar sensation that managed to penetrate the confusion. Amidst the uncertainty, he detected a scent he had grown accustomed to.His room. He was in his room, but why was it shrouded in such darkness? The scent of his bed sheets reached his senses, their soft fabric that usually offered solace, ruffled underneath his skin.He slowly