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At that moment, Alan's consciousness seemed to be drawn away from the material world and entered a dimension filled with light. It was peaceful there, and he saw the people he had longed to see again - his father, mother, and sister Eilena. They were dressed in pristine white robes, smiling as if to tell him that this was the paradise he had always yearned for.
Alan almost involuntarily began to run, like a lost child finally finding home. With each step, he ran faster and faster, his heart pounding fiercely, his whole being filled with the joy and anticipation of reuniting with his family.
But at this crucial moment, everything suddenly changed.
His father's body suddenly became bloody, his head was gone, and his limbs were twisted into impossible angles, as if torn apart by an invisible force. His mother was no exception, her once kind smile turned into pain and despair, her body seemed to be bursting from some internal force, and the blood flowing from her wounds dyed the entire scene red. Eilena's face turned pale, emitting a breath of death, as if life had already passed from her body.
This scene hit Alan like a bolt from the blue, causing his heart to ache as if it were about to burst, because this was the reality he found most unacceptable. To make matters worse, he heard the voices of his family, seemingly blaming him.
"Why can't you protect us?"
"Do you not love us at all?"
"Your incompetence has cost us everything!"
These words echoed in his heart, like countless sharp blades tearing at his soul. Alan couldn't bear such torment, his heart filled with immense anger and guilt. He wished to end it all immediately, but his body grew heavier and heavier, as if trapped in a dark cage, about to sink into an endless abyss.
However, at the moment when he was almost completely engulfed by darkness, a strong desire suddenly surged from the depths of his heart. How good would it be if someone could put an end to all this evil, allowing his family and all the suffering people to find true peace. This last strong desire, like a lightning bolt in the dark night, instantly pierced through the darkness in his heart.
Alan stood there, surrounded by the cold and lifeless faces of his family. He couldn't believe that all of this was real, like a suffocating nightmare. However, when his gaze fell upon the blood-stained bodies on the ground, he knew that all of this was very real, and the smell of blood and the cold breath were all too real.
A strong sense of anger surged within him, almost uncontrollable. His gaze became hollow and wild, like a volcano on the brink of eruption. He couldn't see ahead, nor could he see the future, only a darkness composed of hatred and resentment.
This anger transformed him entirely. He clenched his fists, digging his nails deeply into his palms. Even so, he felt no pain, only the almost suffocating rage burning within him.
Suddenly, as if driven by some force, he fiercely smashed his own head with his fist. Once, twice, three times, and even more. Each blow used all the strength in his body, as if trying to shake off the indescribable anger and pain. His fist struck his skull with a dull sound, but the anger still spread through him like venom, undiminished.
"Why! Why!" Alan couldn't hold back any longer and roared, his voice echoing in the dead silence as if challenging the whole world. "How can this world be so unfair! Why do they have to die! What have they done wrong!"
But all of this feels like talking to a wall. In this cold space, apart from his own shouts and the never-disappearing smell of blood, there is nothing that responds to him. This makes Alan feel even more desperate, as if the entire universe is turning a blind eye to his pain and anger.
Finally, he can't hold on any longer. His legs give way, and he falls heavily to his knees. He buries his head in his hands, trembling all over. He feels like he's on the verge of collapsing, like a dam eroded by anger and hatred, on the brink of crumbling.
At this moment, Alan's heart is filled with nothing but anger and hatred. He feels like an empty shell, with all emotions and strength consumed by this almost insane anger. He no longer has any other choices, nor any other paths to take. He can only let this anger guide him towards a path that leads to an unknown destination.
Alan feels an indescribable exhaustion washing over him, as if a war that lasted countless centuries has finally come to an end. His heartbeat slows down, as if even time itself is slowing down in his perception.
He sighed lightly, finally realizing that no matter how intense his anger was, he couldn't change what had already happened, nor could he bring himself back from the depths of death. In that moment, all his efforts, anger, and hatred seemed so insignificant, almost like a joke.
He staggered a few steps and finally collapsed on the ground, feeling a cold stream slowly dissolving from every corner of his body, as if even his soul was gradually disappearing. His vision began to blur, and his consciousness became increasingly hazy.
Finally, his eyes slowly closed as if releasing a heavy burden. A strange calm washed over his entire soul at that moment, as if he had finally let go of all the burdens. He felt his existence was like a candle, about to extinguish, and gradually he felt his soul truly dissipating, dissolving into the endless darkness.
However, in that moment of impending disappearance, he suddenly heard a faint call, as if from another world, filled with an indescribable anticipation and hope. But at that moment, he was powerless to respond, only allowing his soul to gradually disappear into the endless darkness.
This is the moment when Alan felt the final clarity, the moment when a soul truly disperses. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he know the meaning of it all, but he was certain that it would all become irrelevant, because he was finally going to say goodbye to this world.
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