A Century of Wandering Souls, Transmigrating to Become a King

Cold raindrops pelted the scorching hood, sizzling like a mournful song for the life about to slip away. My consciousness was torn apart by the dying shriek of tires skidding across wet asphalt. Then came one deafening crash after another: steel groaned as it twisted, and glass exploded in a piercing burst. I could even “hear” my bones breaking one by one, that teeth-grinding crack sounding like a funeral bell from hell.

Pain surged like a raging tide. It wasn’t confined to one place: every cell in my body was crushed, set ablaze, and frozen in an instant. The airbag, reeking of chemicals, slammed into my face like a sledgehammer, mercilessly cutting off my last breath. My vision was drenched in scarlet. Blood streamed from my temple, blurring the blinding, despair-inducing high beams of the runaway semi outside the window.