Reborn as the worst

The oppressive darkness finally gave way to a blinding, ethereal light. Lucas, no, Titus, felt a strange lightness, a sense of profound disorientation. He couldn't feel his limbs, couldn't see anything beyond the swirling luminescence. A voice, deep and resonant, echoed around him, not with words but with a presence that spoke of ancient power.
He remembered the fight, the monster, the desperate struggle to protect his world. And then… nothing. Just this endless, formless space. He tried to call out, but no sound escaped. A flicker of panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the calm.
Then, a sudden, jarring sensation. A jolt, a compression, and a strange, wet warmth. He heard muffled voices, faint and distant, like echoes through water. A profound tiredness, unlike anything he had ever known, pulled him under. He fought it, tried to understand, but consciousness slipped away, leaving only fragmented whispers and the sensation of being utterly, inexplicably new.
