"System,"
He called once more, but all that he got in return was silence.
That confirmed it: The system couldn't dream with him into the Otherworld.
'Or it isn't bound to my soul.'
White mused.
If this was his soul body and the system had indeed fused with his soul, then it should be here with him, but it wasn't.
Still, that wasn't why he was here. He had come here to find an Otherworlder and fuse with one.
They had to be somewhere, right, but...where?
With no particular sense of direction, White took a step forward and began walking, but surprise and confusion filled him when he noticed himself sinking deeper with every step forward as if he were going down a staircase.
Taking five more steps forward with hands raised, he was able to confirm it as his hand sank deeper and deeper.
He paused, then took steps backwards.
Speechless, he watched himself rising higher and higher into the air as if climbing up a staircase.
