With the last of his breath gone, Yün didn't bother choking on his blood. He layed sullenly in his own prominade before idly drifting off into an underwater Oddesy. It was dark, the light begin to fade as he could hear a woman's voice speak of a mighty ruler. His eyes rolled towards the center of his mind, his eyelids flickering before his head seeped downwards. No longer could he feel his body; Yün's physicality void.
His mind sunk into an abyssian sleep, the light of Yün's thoughts ceased, yet he could hear an ambiance not far away. The appearance of his spirit wandered towards. He paused for a brief moment to calibrate his perception. His appearance changed. It wasn't like his normal Henge, nor like his shinobi attire. He was clad in a white suite. Zooted and glittering medallions. He admired his appearance from head to toe. So this is the afterlife. I thought I'd be presented towards the gates of heaven in the future. I guess lawful just isn't good enough. If I ever acquire a second chance, I'll be...
The music on was an ambient beat, a locomotion, with the sounds of wave crashing within the deep. 'Swooshhhhhhh' Miniscule lights glinted around him in the darkwave, his movements awashing them afar and close as he moved inwards and outwards, attempting to find sanctity in his new found scape. The light of his mind faded from glory of wanting to tell an unknown story, or seeking hearts for adoring. Such seemed like thrill of his mind, as all went dark, the abyss leaving him floating in the deep. The lights kept him comfort and he could feel a warmth within his heart similar to those comrades whom he thought to be his new found friends. With his soul in the afterlife, they would no longer know he existed, even as he persisted to think of only them; Ryuko-sana, Sakata-kana, Natsuru-bana, and even Morikawa-hana... who is Shimiko?'Where am I? Who am I? What will I become now that I am no longer a portion of the game? Gladius? Glados? Gladion, Ghe Galaxial Glunter?'
In the presence in his questioning a flash of light beaconed from the center of his mind. He could see a small floating object, what he thought to be a glimpse of light, yet unlike the others. He thought to capture it within his hand were it brightly illuminated.
It grew larger and larger. The panning of it's source not seeming to be so far away, it's siloquey being the lulliby he could hear so gracefully. As the light glew larger, it's image began to manifest and The Cloudian Wonder could hear the sound and see its magesty akin a cloud in a clairvoyant sky.'I am you, akin you are me; Medusozoan.'
Yün's eyes grew wide trying to find insight in mind that could comprehend what he was seeing, yet the less he thought the more the image became clear which persisted into a manifold of which akin which acquisented from the lips of the hierphantic seer.
A apparition of a jellyfish seaming intergalactically in calling. 'Arise, my child. From the deep of the pits you have wept and in the bellows of anguish you have crpt. Renew your self and find me, oh innocent soul of the storm. My your cloud not falter and may the western winds sublime you in thine breeze. In Kumogakure's sea. I beckon you.'
It was then he heard a loud voice telling him to 'RISE'
. Without avail, he did so. Without hesitation, the glittery lights around him began surrounding him and ascending, the beacon of his heart opening, skyrocketing his essence. Within the spirit he he pulled his eyes and said:
Upon closing his eyes she felt a shift within his spirit, pain no longer singing the thorax of his neck and his wound fully healed. His ears and eyes flared open, convulsing on the ground breathing for the dear life he always clinged for. He shivered and shook as his soul and spirit melded within his body fully, his emotions desecrated as if all he ever felt was not there. He was calm, his mind tranquilized even as the one whom previously killed him reached a hand to help him up. Of course he'd appreciate the gift of death then life. It was a new beginning. It was a ressurection. Yün felt like a lich akin those great magicians whom had spanned threw the valley of shadow and death. For the count to have such gallant prestige, Yun was honored to be gfted the opportunity to live again, however the count had willed.'What is it you inquire, my Lorde? Where shall we be guided to aid you into comfort and what shall we acquire to bestow your grace again?'
Yun said bowing on one knee before picking himself up with the alleviancy of the count. He brushed himself off, being stained and riddled with blood. He was thankful the count didn't drain his lifeless body. Yün needed those extra ten years. Albeit for Kumo, if fr the will of the storm...and the Intergalactic Jellyfish he must find...