Tended By The Lone Wold (1)

The void stretched infinitely in all directions, an endless abyss of nothingness. Mikhailis floated, weightless, as though the concept of gravity had been erased. At first, there was only silence—a deep, suffocating quiet that pressed against his senses. Then, out of the darkness, a spark ignited.

A pinprick of light, impossibly small yet blinding, expanded with slow, deliberate intent. It erupted suddenly, arcs of radiant energy tearing through the void like veins of molten fire. Mikhailis shielded his eyes instinctively, though it made no difference. The light engulfed everything.

Is this what death feels like?

But no—it wasn't death. It was creation.