So this pocket world was created for them? All the souls here came from their people? Damn! Just how many people died during their stay here? I could say there were billions over billions of souls here!
But that wasn't the end of shocks he'd given to me it seemed.
"The world was created when our coalition army of the ten races was fighting a very huge war against forces of another universe. Then all of sudden, a seemingly endless dark cloud encompassed the entire battlefield, making everyone get sucked into it."
"You speak as if you saw this yourself," I couldn't help but question the integrity of his stories.
"We have a race that can record events in their bloodline. So we can see and even experience the terror of these moments, as if we were actually there."
"Interesting, what's the name of such a race?"
"The Krogs, my lord," he mentioned one of the names I didn't recognise, "they got power of time running through their veins."
