1,203 years ago… The Spirit World.
The spirit world possessed neither sky nor earth as mortals understood it, and yet there was depth, there was a horizon, there was a vastness that seemed to extend infinitely in all directions, like an ocean of pure existence where concepts such as gravity and time became mere suggestions. Ethereal lights floated in gentle currents, small, shimmering particles carrying fragments of consciousness, scattered memories, echoes of lives that had once been complete. It was a place where death was not an end, but a transition, and every spark present there was proof of this.
Scathach flew.
