The Gathering of Incarnations
An isolation domain quietly enveloped the entire riverside.
Anyone approaching the area would immediately trigger the barrier, giving Victor more than enough time to react.
Only after confirming every detail did he finally nod in satisfaction.
"That should be enough."
Planting the butt of the scythe firmly into the ground, Victor crossed his legs beneath the shade of a massive tree.
He slowly closed his eyes.
His breathing became slower.
Steadier.
His consciousness gradually sank inward.
The sounds of flowing water...
The whispering wind...
Even the warmth of the afternoon sun...
Everything slowly faded away.
...
When Victor opened his eyes once again...
He stood inside the boundless spiritual world within his soul.
Golden mist drifted endlessly across the horizon while countless stars floated above like eternal lanterns.
The spiritual domain felt even larger than before.
It radiated an indescribable majesty.
