Chapter 8: Rebirth in the Pure Land
"So... you were just playing around, is that it?"
[That’s one way to put it.]
The pale thing nodded its head-like part, as if agreeing with Aslan’s words.
The reason she kept calling it “the pale thing” wasn’t anything special—it was simply that pale.
It had the silhouette of a human, but no features—no eyes, no mouth, nothing that resembled a face.
Like someone draping themselves in a white curtain.
According to Aslan, it had been close to achieving peaceful ascension, but she’d interfered.
So apparently, the thing’s “scaring” of Hyesung’s group had been its idea of fun, and she’d messed it up by cutting the game short.
"Hmm... so what?"
Lying under her blanket, she yawned. A jaw-cracking yawn, followed by rubbing her eyes—at which point she saw the pale figure flailing awkwardly.
Sure, it said it failed to ascend because of her... but couldn’t it just go play with someone else?
And maybe it was playing, but for Hyesung and his friends, that could’ve been a traumatic experience.