Chapter 180: A Rare Meeting
Grim found himself sitting in an endless white void, the sounds of battle completely gone. The pain that had been tearing through his body was reduced to a distant ache, like a memory of agony rather than the actual experience.
"Well, this is inconvenient," a familiar voice said beside him.
Grim turned to see who was speaking, but found only empty white space. The voice that had guided him through his life, but had been silent the entire time he had been in the sea realms.
"You’re dying," the voice continued matter-of-factly. "Mo Xuan’s attack did more damage than your body can handle. Your soul is coming apart at the seams."
"Great," Grim replied, surprised to find he could speak normally in this place. "Any suggestions, or are you just here to narrate my death?"
"Oh, I have suggestions," the voice said with what might have been amusement. "But first, we need to have a conversation we should have had years ago."
Grim looked around the white void, noting how peaceful it felt compared to the chaos he had just left behind. "Are we in my head?"
"In a manner of speaking. This is a space between spaces, where souls can converse without the limitations of flesh. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to bring you here."
"And my impending death qualifies as the right moment?"
"Actually, yes," the voice replied seriously. "Because what happens next will determine not just whether you survive, but what you become."
As the voice spoke, colors began to appear in the white void around them. Streams of mana in different hues flowed through the empty space like rivers of light.