Fraser slowly opened his eyes.
In every direction there was a vast abyss, pure darkness that didn't even allow him to see his own hand.
"Where am I?"
Fraser thought to himself as he reached his hand out trying to feel the environment, only to discover that this was just a place of nothingness.
Suddenly, the space around him bent into a multitude of rings before he was launched forward quickly. A strange purple sticky liquid fell off his body as he travelled at intense speeds, it was the midnight blade poison being cleansed away from his body. His several other injuries healed themselves rapidly in this space. Shock appeared on Fraser's face. It was truly a strange way to heal injuries!
However, Fraser didn't know what this place was, and he needed to get out sooner or later. Just as he began fruitlessly thinking of a way to escape, the hazy white spirit appeared yet again in the distance, directly where Fraser was headed.
The spirit extended his palm, stopping Fraser's movements completely on the spot merely inches away from their collision.
The surroundings transformed into the appearance of a grand and luxurious palace interior, a grand silver round table sat in front of Fraser and the spirit, both of whom lay on fine crafted seats encrusted with dazzling rubies. The palace walls were adorned with many differently coloured gems, exuding the feeling of royalty, it was a huge contrast from Fraser's previous living conditions.
Fraser looked up, an array of scriptures written with ancient symbols covered the ceiling, circulating around a central cyan ray of light that shone down from the crystal chandelier onto the middle of the table.
A vast golden glyph surrounded the circumference of the palace hall, emitting a warm glow like that of an orange sunset.
The spirit opposite Fraser twirled his fingers before turning toward him.
"Are you gonna speak or just keep staring about?"
Fraser snapped toward the spirit, "I think you're the one who should be talking, who are you?"