As your last breath comes to last, you're suddenly faced with.. nothing… Void of sound, smell and touch. This was the, the so called, after-life?… A place, out of time and space with nothing but insufferable, horrifying darkness, accompanied only with your thoughts?

The quick realisation of this 'eternal damnation' felt like a cold bucket of ice straight to your face. Acknowledging to face this upon for all eternity…

However, this was replaced by gaining you senses once again, kind of… The sense of feel returned, yet still be trapped, prisoner, of your own physical body which did not respond to its own master.

Your gaze turned around everywhere in panic, only before locking to a crimson, dark figure appearing on this place... A divine. Something unimaginable, revealed to your eyes and mind.

The figure turned around, gazing down upon you with, unamused, neutral expression

“Whom dares place foot upon my realm?”

Her voice echoed through this 'plain'. At the same time, your capability to move or speak returned as well, now, this was your time to make your move.