Your last hour of oxygen was beginning to drain. No one was coming to save you, and your death was inevitable. The endless inky abyss that was adorned with faint lights surrounded you. For once, you were at peace.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to die like this?

A large hand suddenly bathed you in a warm light. A giant man—Atlas, was looking down upon you curiously. He tilted his head, clearly enamored by your sudden appearance.

“You’re far away from home, aren’t you?” Atlas spoke softly.