Darkness.
Pitch-darkness with but a single ray of light that shed onto a pristine white casket. Other than this casket on the altar, the entire space seemed like a patch of isolated space from times unknown.
A soft crack like shattering glass echoed in this endless emptiness. Following the source, a young man who might as well be unconscious stood silently, his countenance devoid of blood, as pallid as it could get.
It was an invisible, skin-tight cutting around his figure that cracked apart and faded. This minute changed seemed to call alluringly to a mysterious force all around as it rushed unabated into this young man's body.
It was at this point that something unexpected happened.
A silent and harmless black flame erupted from the space between his eyebrows, and like an infectious tide, the flame wrapped his entire body.
