I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

'Why is it so dark?' Eri thought as she floated in a seemingly endless void of perpetual darkness.

The nothingness stretched in every direction, a vast emptiness that swallowed all light. There was no up, no down, just absence.

Her mangled and bloody body drifted through the void, weightless. The pain that should have been overwhelming was strangely distant, like an echo of something once felt. All that remained were her thoughts, crystal clear in the silence.

'The last thing I remember is fighting that stupid dog, and then...' She mentally recoiled as the memory resurfaced—the gleaming sword, the triumphant snarl on his face, the sickening sensation as cold steel drove through her stomach.

She tried to gag, but couldn't. Her body refused to respond. No churning stomach. No rising bile. Nothing.

"That mutt," she hissed, her voice somehow audible in the void yet swallowed by it simultaneously.

Then another thought crept into her mind, spreading like ice through her consciousness.

'Wait, am I dead right now?!' She practically screamed in her head, panic rising like a tidal wave.

She had died once before. The situation she found herself in now felt oddly similar—the darkness, the weightlessness, the detachment from her physical form. But something was different this time.

Eri forced herself to think logically. It seemed hard to imagine there were four more gods drafting soldiers for yet another cosmic war. The thought was too absurd, even for her strange existence. She quickly dismissed the idea of being dead.

Instead, her mind drifted to more pressing concerns.