Sezel stood lost in the silent, dust-choked control room, his mind a tangled web of unanswerable questions and clearly who wouldn't be? He was witnessing something super crazy, and the biggest question of all still loomed, it had been always there, What exactly is the Spirit Realm? Was it another dimension? A prison? A playground for gods? Every answer he found only led to a dozen more questions, each one more terrifying than the last.
CLANK!
A sharp voice of glass breaking brought Sezel back to his senses. His hand instinctively flew to the hilt of his katana, his body tensing, every muscle coiled and ready to strike.
He burst from the control room, his boots skidding to a halt as he emerged from the doorway. His eyes scanning around, but to his surprise there was nothing unusual, everything was just as they left it.
