After Taufik opened his eyes, faintly, he could sense it, two presences lingering in the unseen depths. One, cold and familiar, was Death. The other… alien, unknown, yet strangely close, brushing against the edges of his consciousness like a whisper he could not place.
"Death… thank you," he muttered, his voice low as he steadied himself within the void, his body trembling under invisible strain. "I was saved once again"
The System's voice resonated within him, calm yet edged with concern.
[Master, although you were saved, your body is still in a dire state]
"I know," Taufik replied, summoning his Katana into his hand. Its weight grounded him in the endless emptiness. "...But I know my body better than anyone. This wound won't heal… Staying here will only make it worse. I have no other choice but to keep moving"
[Master, if you keep going like this… You will lose yourself]
