And more probably than not, it was also the source of his reincarnation.
Thump. Thump.
He tried to touch it, but his hand only passed through it.
Mark frowned.
"As elusive as ever… huh?" he asked, and his voice echoed in the silent world.
Shaking his head, he looked towards a different part of the Soul Space. It was another source of light—a transparent, pale light—in the darkness, but it was less bright than the mirror.
With a thought, he moved as if in a teleportation and appeared beside it.
It was an incredibly deep well. Looking inside it, Mark could see tens of 'beings' moving around silently there and he grew silent. They were souls. They couldn't be anything else.
The souls had neither a color nor a clear shape. Most of them just looked like spheres.
But he could tell they were souls. Some had a humanoid shape, though.
