Only God

Three days later, in her sleep, Queen Isis felt an indescribable weakness.

Her entire body was limp, her wrinkled skin sagging downward. Although she was somewhat conscious after falling asleep, her body could not move; she felt as though she had just awakened. She could hear the sounds around her and see the images, but she could not move her body or make a sound.

It was somewhat like sleep paralysis, but Queen Isis felt that her body was not stiff.

She realized that if she exerted just a little bit of effort, her body could move, but she could find not even a trace of strength throughout her body.

And the Queen’s consciousness was slowly weakening; she was dying.

Life was slipping through her hands, and she could not reach out her aged hand to retain it, a fate that seemed inescapable for everyone.

Queen Isis tightly closed her eyes, and gradually she could no longer sense her physical body. Her ethereal soul was being escorted by someone, to a place far from the Mortal World.

After a long while, Queen Isis slowly opened her eyes.

Before her, there was no light, only a gray sky, and a chill rose from beneath her feet, swiftly circulating through her body. Queen Isis shivered, her soul state somewhat more alert now.

Before her lay a frozen land of ice and snow in the dead of winter. As she looked around, all she could see in every direction were souls—one, ten, a hundred, or even thousands.

Queen Isis couldn’t begin to count how many souls she saw, all heading toward a surging river, the River of Death, where even souls as light as feathers would sink into the water.