Life after death
A burning glare erupted inside him, as if something foreign and powerful was taking hold of his essence.
But no matter how hard he tried to resist, nothing helped.
All he could feel was pain, as if someone were marking his possession on his soul with a burning iron.
Abruptly, he opened his eyes in the real world.
The air rushed into his lungs and he let out a hoarse, desperate cry, a mixture of agony and rebirth.
He straightened up, his still numb muscles trembling under the effort, as he inhaled again greedily.
Each breath seemed to rip through an invisible barrier as an energy surged through his body.
"Where am I?" he thought, as a shower of sensations washed over him.
A gentle warmth emanated from his chest, where the sword had pierced him. But this warmth was unnatural.