Carson Flores found himself in a chaotic space, surrounded by a gray haze, seeing no other colors, nor any tangible objects.
The words resonated in the sky, like the sound of a great bell, echoing deep into Carson's mind, continuously reverberating.
At the same time, whispers began to appear in the space, as if someone was chanting scriptures.
The voice started faintly, becoming clearer, word by word entering Carson's ears and deeply embedding into his mind.
Could this scripture be very effective?
Carson instinctively followed the chant, but found that even though it was clear in his ears, he couldn't follow along.
Carson had to empty his mind, striving to comprehend and memorize.
