A cold silence flows through the realm of rest.
Marta, who had been standing there absentmindedly gazing around, suddenly felt a strange sense of floating and rubbed her eyes vigorously.
No, now that she had become a soul, there were no longer eyes to speak of, nor hands with which to rub them.
However, her byon, which retained her living form as it was, would often unconsciously replicate the habits from when she was alive if she let her guard down even slightly.
‘What is it?’
Marta, focusing her spiritual vision sharply, looked around, engulfed by an unsettling sense of incongruity. She saw tombstones smashed to pieces in a mess. Corpses strewn about here and there, and the earth roughly dug up.
Though no particular weather phenomena existed in the realm of rest, the scene before her eyes looked as if a massive typhoon had swept through once.
‘…….’
And at the center of it, Hayes and Belinda, the culprits of this chaos, lay stretched out companionably. They had been causing a loud commotion, got struck by the Wolf King awakened from his sleep, and fainted on the spot.
Having taken a blow to the essence of their souls, it would probably take quite some time for them to regain consciousness.
‘But something is different.’
Yes. Even though the cause and effect were so clear, Marta felt a strange awkwardness from this entire scene.