'It's cold and silent...'
Time slows to a heartbeat's pause in this place—a realm of bleakness.
An uncharted place where a few souls wandered, the veil between life and death.
No sound could be heard except the lonely thoughts of a soul.
'Is this, death...? Am I dead?'
Under the bleakness of this place, unable to see, hear—or even feel—the soul was confused, it didn't know what was happening but it could hear its own thoughts. Its last memory was its death and in the next second, it was already here.
Even though the soul was oblivious to what was happening, its memory became hazy.
But there was a man that lingered in its mind.
'Rex...'
Just as the soul uttered that name in its mind, its dull senses suddenly felt a pull from behind.
It was as if the man answered its call instantly.