The world after death.
A vast land shrouded in misty blackness.
Underfoot was black sand astonishingly dark, while the sky was enveloped by an endless, misty gray-black.
Infinite desolation, boundless and without beginning or end, leaving only pure blackness, with no mountain ranges, so barren it invoked instinctual fear.
Other divine powers seemed forcibly suppressed, with only a tiny fraction of their original might remaining.
Even fate was suppressed.
This made the Goddess of Destiny slightly frown, "The world of death is governed by the fate of death, but I am alive, I can't fully use the fate of death... This world of death does not acknowledge me."
Fortuna, the Goddess of Destiny, felt herself being suppressed.
Unless she completely became one of the dead, mastering the single divine object of death's fate... otherwise, as a living being, she would be oppressed here.
