Chapter 70: The Weight of Grief

My body… was done.

The crushing pressure of the grieving gravity bore down on my very being with a force that defied reason, my bones threatening to crack under the sheer weight of this maddening grief, my soul was being ripped to shreds like it was nothing. It wasn't just my soul or bones that was being crushed... it was my spirit, my very existence, suffocating beneath the relentless tide of grieving despair.

I tried to scream, but even that required strength I no longer had. The emptiness around me blurred into a formless haze, and every beat of my heart felt like a distant echo fading away with each passing seconds, a fleeting reminder that I was still alive. Barely.

The empty grieving ground beneath me cracked again. Splinters of space radiated outward, and I felt the tremor run through me like a shiver of finality.