[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] He thought that the darkness of the room must have deceived him, mind confused and dazzled by the blindness that »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « offered him perished consciousness through the passing seconds. His mouth parted to say a word or two to no avail. – »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « Had he been escaping into the comfort of obscurity? Muscle fibres desperate to twitch as his cells regenerated upon »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « the presence of inhaled oxygen, and yet, his strength was limited because his cerebral activity had been controlled »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « by another uncharted host he was not familiar with. Hues widened upon the vision of the seventy-two cryo tubes that »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « began to die on vine in his sight. Again, his mouth parted hastily, still gasping for another breath with his palms »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « that deliriously hit against the solid glass tube that holds his living frame. “ＮＯ... ＮＯ... ＮＯ!!!” Are those words »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « useful to serve as a key for his freedom? Or was it merely tears that would grant him nothing but utter heartache »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « that would drive him beyond mad, pushing him towards another path of vengeance? Hands reflexively fell back by his »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « sides, tossing, and turning frantically trying to be set free. Gone… The tubes were gone… The velvety darkness was »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « overwhelming as it wrapped around him. His jaws gritted shut as he bears the piercing pain in his veins. Was he »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « escorted into another deranged realm that he never wished for? Those were… Graphics, in forms of solid, liquid, gas… »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « But with an unwilling twist that he could not get rid of. The fall of the entire race, the rise of the Cimmerian »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « shade, and full malignity that was far beyond his reach. “Ｗｈａｔ ｈａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎｅ? ＷＨＡＴ ＨＡＶＥ ＹＯＵ ＤＯＮＥ ＴＯ ＭＥ? ＷＨＥＲＥ ＡＲＥ »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « ＴＨＥ ＯＴＨＥＲ ＴＵＢＥＳ?” Whispers that slipped from his dry brims turned turbulent with indignation wrapped around his »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « tone. – Unwise of him to portray any displeasure, but Khan? He was never the one to back down even if his life was »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « dangled at the edge of the finishing line. The smokiness of his pupils faded, returning to his indomitable shade as »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « his lungs fought for air. A strange phenomenon that resulted in the appearance of an unknown figure of a man. Deep »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « voice resonated between the air particles before the entity made himself visible only for Khan’s undivided attention »

[[ ＨＯＷＬ ]] « in the midst of the tension. “Ｇｅｔ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｈｅａｄ!”