Silence. When Kael opened his eyes again, the rain was gone. The city was gone. Only a
boundless white space remained.
"...Where am I?"
His voice vanished into the void. Yet, an answer came — deep, calm, echoing from everywhere and
nowhere.
"Welcome, Kael Sato."
He turned, but saw nothing. The voice surrounded him, gentle yet overwhelming.
"Who... who's there?"
Before him, light began to take form — gathering, shaping, until it resembled a human figure. It had
no face, no features, only a radiant presence.
"I am the God of Creation."The words vibrated through his soul, heavier than thunder, softer than breath.
"D... God? Wait, this has to be a dream. I— I died, didn't I?"
"Indeed. But death is not the end, Kael Sato. It is merely the threshold of what comes next."
He looked down. His hands were faintly transparent. He felt no heartbeat, no weight — only
thought.
"So... this is the afterlife?"
"You may call it that, but I prefer to think of it as the interval between two worlds."
Kael's mind spun, but something inside him stirred — curiosity, maybe even hope.
"The world I created has fallen out of balance," the voice continued. "The gods sleep, and darkness
spreads. I need a human soul unbound by divine law."
Kael hesitated. He'd spent years living a life he never wanted — empty, routine, meaningless. And
now, someone was offering him a second chance.
"A new life, huh..." he murmured.
"Choose, Kael Sato," the being of light said softly. "Return to nothing... or be reborn in The Creation
World."
Kael took a breath — or thought he did — and closed his eyes.
"Alright then," he said quietly. "Show me that world."
And with that, the light embraced him.