The white space offered no horizon, no shadow, and no sense of scale. Step forward or step back, the vast, milky void remained entirely unchanging. The only anchor in the infinite expanse was the dark silhouette of Kyle's coat and the dull, ash-colored cloak of the celestial entity standing twenty yards away.
Kyle adjusted his stance, his boots making a quiet, crisp click against the solid white floor that felt like polished marble underfoot. He held his shadow blade low at his right side, the dark blade leaking small, wispy curls of ink-black mist that vanished the moment they touched the sterile atmosphere.
"So," Kyle began, his voice flat and conversational as he eyed the six pale silver rings hovering lazily behind the angel's back. "Is this the part where you tell me I'm being put on trial, or do we skip straight to the execution?"
