"This is really strange..."
Bologue drifted in the void, like someone who had fallen into water, going with the flow.
What he didn't quite understand was why the manner of death affected the void world differently, or was the problem with his own soul?
When the soul is impacted, does one's connection to this place become tighter?
Bologue couldn't quite figure it out. If he were in the real world, facing those mysteries, he would still have the ability to explore them one by one. But here, Bologue was truly, absolutely ignorant.
There wasn't much time left for him to explore, yet Bologue did not even have the ability to move at will, blindly extending his hand, but grasping nothing.
Broken rocks loomed like mountains, completely obscuring his view. A faint glow appeared from behind them. Bologue tried to see clearly, but the rock formations were too immense. Even if Bologue could move by himself, he wouldn't know how long it would take to get through.
