I watched, and the more I did I got to realise that this place wasn't real. These people didn't have bodies, they were mere souls wandering around, trapped inside such endless hell.
Their bodies were fake. It might be just a projection of their souls, or some sort of magic done by the technique here to let them live fully in this dream.
"Sigh! I hope this will be a good end for their misery," I knew living like this wasn't any much different than living in hell.
So I hoped what my soulers were doing would bring peace at last to these tortured souls.
The once bustling with life and activities cities, towns, and villages turned in mere hours into such deserted places of ghosts.
Even ghosts were no longer living there anymore!
At the first couple of hours, my soulers expanded outwards like a locust. I tagged along, flew over them and watched what they were doing.