Wei's consciousness drifted in a vast expanse of darkness, an abyss where time lost its meaning. He felt weightless, as if suspended between two worlds, neither here nor there. The pain of Mei Lan's loss was a raw wound in his heart, and the anger that had fueled his power now felt like a distant echo.
Suddenly, a blinding light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the void. Wei squinted, instinctively shielding his eyes from the brilliance. As his vision adjusted, he found himself standing on a radiant platform, surrounded by towering figures, their forms glowing with an ethereal light.
"Welcome, Liang Wei," one of them spoke, his voice deep and resonant. The figure stepped forward, revealing an elder clad in ornate robes, adorned with symbols of ancient power. "You have crossed into the Realm of the Divine."
Confusion washed over Wei. "What… what is this place?" he stammered, his heart still heavy with grief.
