Light

All Jake could see was darkness.

But not for a second did it feel like he was back in the path of saints. It felt nothing like that. 

There, he could move around. There, he could wave his sword even, if he wanted to. Sure, that was a death wish in the making, but he could still do that. 

Now, Jake couldn't feel his limbs. He could feel nothing. All of his senses blocked except for one feeling that he just couldn't shrug off. 

The cold. 

It was freezing cold. Like he was in the middle of a blizzard. 

Except, there was no wind. The cold that came from the chilling wind constantly hitting the skin, although familiar to everyone, was not what Jake felt here. 

Instead, it was like he was encased by ice. Held midair and forced to this torture. 

"Can I… log out? Did I die? What is happening?" Jake could not even speak. All he could do was think. 

He closed his eyes, for they were quite useless at the moment.