Billions of pictures go through his head of a past life, where he had experienced agony and pain. He tries to move his body, but can't. He tries to scream, but he can't. He tries to cry, but he can't. This was the dark reality that was currently haunting Karan, who had died because of his own close ones.

He only feels pain for centuries in this darkness, when one day, he could feel his hands moving.

His emotions go crazy, not knowing what to do. He can't think straight. Suddenly he feels something thin pressing against his hand like a strong wind.

He doesn't know why, but he suddenly starts to try and grab it. When he starts to move his hand, he once again feels enormous pain. New images and ancient signs entering his mind at rapid speed.

He almost goes insane, when he hears a deep and distorted voice.

"Feed me, and I shall help you comprehend this power and get you out of here."

His emotions running wild and not being able to physically answer, he tries his best to think about the word ' Help.'

The dark and sinister voice laughs and he feels something being ripped out of him.

He feels the strain on his mind lessen and starts to slowly understand everything that is being forced into his mind.

A primordial darkness driven by sorrow, pain and rage. A power no one should possess.

He feels enormous rage before suddenly his mind goes blank.