King Yama suddenly raised his hand and petted Ravi's head. The gesture was warm and even kind.
"Ravi West, Are you not tired of being a hero?"
"What is your name?"
"Ravi. Ravi West."
That was the day everything changed. When he had woken up in the Sentinel Realm. How many times had he woken up in that place? A hundred? A thousand times?
Is he not tired of being a hero? Days of missions and missions filled his head. That weariness in his chest? The weight on his shoulders? The friends he had buried on the way. The people he could not save. Those he saved blamed him instead. The countless vengeful spirits of the people that he has killed are swirling around him, engulfing him.
Sometimes, it was hard. It was very hard to breathe.
However, at the same time. If he had not become a Sentinel, how could he have come to this planet? To meet Arlen and Asher, everything was worth it.
Ravi looked at the immortal in front of him.
