The oddly cool chains wrapped around Aegis' body constricting tightly around his throat. He gripped his swords tightly, he would fight, he had four literally to his last breath. And then again there was blackness.
It was not the first time Aegis had seen the Abyss... It would surely not be his last.
No light this time, but visions. He and his companions battling through massive underground tunnels against the unspeakable horrors; hatred, and chaos given malleable form. Aegis saw his swords aglow with power and though he knew his death was me impenitent he was ready for the sacrifice. He would be the light in the utter darkness.
To his vision faded and passed as Aegis felt a cool mist against his cheek and his mother's voice; speaking to him as if he was an infant.
"All things in the stream my son... All Inge in the stream."
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