Kent sat still, unmoving, eyes closed in endless prayer. His breath, steady as a monk, now flowed in tandem with the rhythm of a strange pulse — the resonance of the weapon spirit that had entered the bow, and now… had entered him.
Without warning, his mind was pulled inward.
Darkness swallowed his senses.
Not the absence of light, but the collapse of everything around him — space, sound, feeling — all reduced to a single point, which stretched and pulled until—
He found himself standing.
Inside the Soul Space
Kent stood barefoot upon a wide, circular stone platform, floating in a void of shifting clouds and chaotic winds. The air smelled of ash and rain. A storm was gathering on all sides — red lightning lashing through golden clouds, and thunder shaking the edges of reality.
He looked around.
The space felt infinite.
Yet it felt like his.
His soul, pulled into manifestation.
"Where am I…?" he muttered.
And then — she appeared.
