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Mark stared at the clump of miasma in front of him that made up the body of the demon's soul. The demon, the so called Deity of Bloodshed, thought that it was his win only to see the flashes of his past in the surroundings the moment he came to. The demon totally neglected the fact that this could be a trap.
"This is impossible! How couldst a w'rld liketh this existeth inside a m'rtal!"
The demon bellowed with his shock.
"I can't understand all your words but I guess, I can tell what you're getting at. You know? Every sentient living thing had something this."
Every living thing that had a soul and intelligence had a world like this, the place where all their thoughts go to and the place where dreams originated. It was the world made up of the person's mind and soul, a world that could only be accessed when a person was dreaming.
