The silence of the Spirit Realm was almost comforting. The ethereal air remained still, wrapped in floating particles of light — small echoes of ancient souls. Kazzes, the true King of Spirits, stood motionless before Strax, cloaked in an aura of ancestral energy.
Strax frowned, arms crossed as he stared at the transcendent being. The white vastness of the place seemed to fold in on itself — infinitely silent, infinitely watchful.
"So tell me," he began, his voice low and grave, "why was the Spirit Realm sealed? Why turn a space of rebirth into an eternal prison?"
Kazzes held his gaze, his galactic eyes reflecting both past and future. When he spoke, his voice echoed softly, yet with inescapable finality.
"Because the gods are afraid, Strax. Afraid of what's coming."
Strax narrowed his eyes, but did not interrupt. Kazzes continued.
