Mike quickly realized his body was numbed—no pain, no fatigue. As he walked through the emptiness, he could feel his sanity draining—devouring him from the inside out. He still couldn't grasp his situation. Moments before, he was on the battlefield, soaring through the skies… and now he was trapped in an endless cycle of walking in the nothingness. The uncomfortable feeling of suffocation made it worse.
From each step he took the state of his mind was getting worse and worse. He started losing that fragile hope. The very thing which was holding him from crumbling apart.
He wondered to himself, how long would he have to walk. Days passed, months passed—no sense of time. Mike had no idea what day it was.
Nothing to do except walk; sometimes he would lie down, close his eyes, and let go all the things happening before him to ease his mind. Cries of help and despair no one to hear.
But his hope did not extinguish—small, fragile but still there. He never stopped making progress. He walked, each step at a time—walked immeasurable distances.
As he walked he saw the light shaping into two. As he got closer he began to feel an intense pressure coursing through his body. It was too late when the realization struck him.
Far far away from him those two lights revealed a towering God like entity, the light scattered from hitting the surface of its body, but no head. Doesn't he have a head? He does, those lights—those lights whom he had followed all the way as a hope were never lights those were eyes looking into his soul all along, examining, never avoiding its gaze. Its face, dark, emerged within the void. Mike's eyes widened with terror; his mind could not take it anymore.
He fell to his knees. There was no turning back. Then it happened that thing spoke to him through his thoughts. There were no voices but he could understand everything what it said. It gave Mike an offer: whether he can perish into the nothingness after walking for so long or become his vessel and let them together see a perfect world. The answer was clear afterall Mike had always been desperate for survival. He wanted to live. No question he was too afraid to speak of any.
The reincarnation began.
"What do mean it's going to hu—", Mike began to feel an intense pain coursing through his body. It was as if his body was tearing apart; every single muscle of his body was shifting as if something was crawling underneath. He again thrusted his limbs in pain. He screamed but again it was silent. He took that hellish torture until he closed his eyes and passed out.
After Mike opened his eyes, there was no pain. He was lying on an open grassy field, where patches of flowers and the grass danced in the gentle wind. Mike listened. *Whoosh~*The sun's warm and orange light resonated his body with warmth. He breathed in and looked at his right hand—then cried tears of joy.
He was finally out of that abyss.
Sorry for so long I am still working on this chapter. (⌐■-■)