When someone died, they usually found true eternal peace.
Their souls were cleansed of memories and consciousness, then cast into the cycle of reincarnation, where they could follow the natural flow of life and death.
Some, of course, might end up in the divine realms of the deities, while others became food for demons.
All of this depended greatly on how each person had lived.
For the paladins of the Order of the Silver Wings—the main force responsible for defending the Cathedral of the Three Goddesses—the end had been eternal sleep.
Their consciousnesses had drifted into slumber, waiting for a day when, perhaps, they might be awakened once more.
And that day had finally arrived.
Their minds were torn from the void, overcome by profound confusion as, once again, the breath of life filled their chests.
They did not remember their own deaths. Only the destruction of their bodies, the fall of their master… and then, darkness.
