The Void [EDITED]

It was silence, without any trace of a sound. Even a prisoner would go crazy if he was confined in such a place without a doubt. This was the void, where it had nothing, no smell, no wind or any kind of sound. Absolutely nothing.

However, at this moment, it could be said a miracle had happened, a flicker of soul was floating in the void. And it seemed that the dimmed soul was shining brighter than the moment before as if someone was about to wake up.

His soul had woken up. "What happened? Where the hell am I?"

He felt his lungs constricted and couldn't breathe. Of course, it was not true, after all he was only a spiritual entity at the moment with no body, how could he be lacking oxygen? He had just been overwhelmed with anxiety with the abnormal thing that had happened to him. He had been hit by lighting for god's sake. And now he had to deal with this place with no light or anything. How could he be calm at the moment? Anyone in his position would be freaking out.

Only after moments passed did he manage to calm down. He could basically deduce he had died. But not the urgent question was where was he? He could sense in this cold space. As he was about to further investigate this place, he began to feel pain with the intensity like the one he had before his death. However, this time he felt like he had been burnt alive. From an outside point of view, it could be seen that his soul had been surrounded by crimson fire burning his soul from outside to inside as a whole.

He screamed and screamed. This was a pain where no human being wished to suffer. At least when an alive being was being burnt, he would only feel pain until his skin burnt off. But for him, this pain came from his soul. He wanted to cry at his ridiculous situation but no tears could come out. He did not know how much time had passed until the fire had finally faded away. He was so tired and distraught by the situation. 'Will someone come and help him?' He missed his family. When he was alive, he had his family to depend on whenever he was sad, depressed, sick or in pain. But now, he had no one.

This situation happened like a routine for him. He did not know the time but he would be burned 'alive' for a period of time and then he would be free to recover. For quite some time this was the only thing he knew. He gave up on trying to escape from this place right now. He only wanted to lessen the pain he would suffer next time. He would focus on recovering his energy to further strengthen his soul and will when the fire would appear.

After a hundred times being burnt alive, he stopped counting. But at that moment, he had managed to go through with the torture. He no longer screamed. His soul seemed to be getting stronger as he went through with the pain as if the fire was refining his soul. At this moment, his will had already surpassed his previous achievement. After all, whose will would not be like steel after being tortured for god knew how long.

As time passed by, he noticed a flow of some sort of energy floating around the void. Before this, he had noticed no such things. Perhaps because his human soul was so weak before that he didn't notice it. Only after being strengthened by the torturous flame was he able to see with his soul that energy.

He tried to absorb the energy, perhaps it could be a help for him in the void. Nonetheless, it wasn't as easy as he thought it would. His first try ended in a big failure. However, he saw improvement each time he practiced absorbing the energy. After god's knew how long, he finally managed to suck and absorb it into his soul.

And he was damn right. The energy further improved the clarity of his soul. In a sense, it possessed a similar function as the flame, but of course minus the torture.

As he absorbed more mana, he managed to see and observe his own soul. And he saw something weird on his soul. His soul was marked by two familiar elements. The two were the purple lightning bolt that hit him to death and the crimson flame that burnt him in the void. It was as if they were carved on his soul.

And then he suddenly thought, maybe, just maybe he could manipulate the flame and he wouldn't be tortured anymore.And he tried his best to manipulate the flame everytime it appeared to burn him. However, after countless trials, he still failed.

Then, his creativity began to give him an idea. Maybe he could use the energy he had absorbed from the void. He decided to call the energy as mana. Using his mana as a fulcrum, he tried to control the crimson flame. "Yes, it worked!"

He finally influenced the flame.