An empty nothingness.

A mirage of faded colors in a void of emptiness.

That was what Shi Ning was experiencing.

Death was not what he was experiencing.

No; it was creation.

Upon opening his eyes, Shi Ning found himself in an empty void,the essence of his spirit floating as he waited for his instructions.

Warmth slowly spread throughout his body, the cold nothingness replaced by the feeling of bathing in the sun’s light.

As he felt himself growing sleepy, eyes slowly closing once more, he heard a voice echo in his mind, a voice soft and gentle as he was lulled to sleep, the voice the last thing he heard before his conscious faded.

“Save them from dying.”

And so, he did.

To prevent his target from dying, he took their place.

Shi Ning grew used to the pain of dying.