Stray

Adrian Cross firmly believed that he was dead.

He had seen so many deaths that the pain and numbness in his chest pierced his brain along the nerves, and he saw his future clearly. The second before he lost consciousness, he didn’t have any half-hearted feelings of disbelief, or unnecessary hope.

This was the end of his life.

As the commander of the Knight of Judgement, he struggled to move forward in the blood and fire. Adrian had anticipated his own death many times and was prepared for it.

It was just that one thing was different from what he expected. The relief of the end of the mission didn’t come but was replaced by a faint reluctance. It wasn’t that he had any unfinished wishes. He just cared a little. What will happen to Jesse Dylan after that?

Darkness followed, engulfing his consciousness.

Perhaps after a few seconds, perhaps after countless years, the darkness in front of him revealed some orange-red color, like the sunlight passing through his eyelids during a nap.

His body seemed to be floating, but Adrian couldn’t feel it. He didn’t know how long this hazy state lasted. A little warmth from a distant place percolate over.

Something unknown that was cold and moist was pressing against his cheek, and the warm air flow was sharply slapping his face.