Esme appeared in the Domain of God.
Or rather, what was supposed to be the Domain Of God… but was a completely different place.
This place was pure white, stretching endlessly as if it had no starting point or finish line. It was a blank canvas devoid of anything save for two individuals—Esme and one more person.
The Oracle.
Or rather, what was supposed to be The Oracle.
"Who are you?" Esme looked at the ghost in front of her, her trembling voice revealing her failure to suppress the overflowing emotions within her.
The person before her resembled her to an astonishing degree. She also resembled the last Oracle she had met the last time she was in The Domain of God. However, there was no way Esme was not going to remember the face of her own mother.
"Y-you are—"
"I am not The Oracle… or rather, I am what is left of The Oracle's will." The woman spoke in a monotone voice.
