Chapter 40: Spiritual Island
The moment he read it, his physical body went completely limp, caught just in time by Shyra outside.
Inside, he found himself in an endless void.
No sound. No ground. No air.
Just infinite darkness stretching beyond imagination.
He tried to move, and though there was no resistance, there was no direction either. So he simply drifted—floating aimlessly through the nothingness.
"Where am I? I have been floating for hours…" he muttered, his voice swallowed by the silence.
Then he tried looking at himself, or whatever he was now.
A white, shining ball of light. No shape. No limb.
He focused, trying to wave his hand. But nothing happened.
"Okay… focus," he whispered, steadying himself.
He imagined a human form.
And slowly, the light coalesced into limbs.
A faint outline of a body took form—faceless, featureless, but human.
Encouraged, he tried something else. Skin, hair, eyes.
