The forest in front of us began distorting to something unrecognizable. Our surroundings gradually became grey.
My eyes blinked a few times and then we were at the edge of a canyon, with no sun in the sky. Far down below us was a village where everything was grey.
The village itself was unbelievably large, spanning farther than my eyes could even make out.
There were countless people in this village that looked like tiny dots, slowly moving along.
The old man turned to me.
"Do you see them? All the people who have fallen."
My eyes widened.
"That is a lot of people."
The old man nodded.
"These are all the people I have taken. People only remember the heroes that succeeded, never the people who have fallen. Once someone has been determined to be inferior, there is nothing left for them."
My hand rubbed against my chin.
Mark's story of someone suddenly being erased from a village popped in my head.