Buji's environment changed. His mind seemed to transcend, and expand. His horizon somewhat became wide.
Thick darkness enveloped him, very oppressive. He inhaled sharply, but the air was stale.
"Mr. Zin!" he called out, stretching his right hand out as if lost.
"Mr. Zin—"
The silence that had taken over bore its weight on him, distant echoes from clanking sound reverberated through the space.
'They've forsaken me, as usual?'
The weight of silence bore down on him, amplifying the distant echoes that reverberated through the space.
This place—
His breath hitched. His eyes darted around as he began to take down the description.
It was a hall.
The hall was vast, looking somewhat like an ancient structure with towering stone pillars which stretch far beyond his sight. On the walls lined cracks, some of which were barely visible, others visible enough to resemble purposeful jagged scars.
