Celestia

Arthur's eyes was heavy when he slowly opened them.

To his shock, he found himself floating in space.

He saw stars, planets, and the solar system drifting past him, and he wondered how he had ended up here.

Was this all a dream?

He glanced around himself but was surprised that he couldn't feel his legs nor could he feel his body.

Arthur wondered if this was all just a figment of his imagination.

"I'm I dead?" He asked himself. " Could that explain why I'm an orb of light floating aimlessly in space?"

He became anxious as the thought of death crept into his mind.

"Damn it. Of course I'm dead. I was killed by that dark elf."

Arthur couldn't tell what had happened but he remembered the Draven moving in on him like a ghost.

His heart was petrified into stone and his arms and limps went numb as if he was struck by a magic that made him immoveable.

Draven must've taken advantage and used the chance to decapitated his head.

Arthur felt bad. He was defeated too soon. Draven had used

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