Karl spent his time in the [Spirit Cemetery] like always, trapped in that eerie place every time he fell asleep.
And it wasn't by choice.
He was forced to be here.
He had tried leaving before, closing his eyes and whispering the words to break free, hoping to drift into proper sleep instead.
But every time he muttered "Spirit Cemetery", all that happened was his real body waking up.
That confirmed two things:
First, no matter what he did, sleep would always bring him back to this place.
Second, if most people simply experienced a void while unconscious, an absence of time and awareness, then his "void" was the [Spirit Cemetery].
A place where he remained fully conscious, left to wander among the spirits.
And, as far as he knew, he might be the only one who experienced it this way.
Sitting on the cold grass, Karl sighed.
He had nothing to do.
His summons were free to roam here since the cemetery was where they lived.
He didn't need to manage them.
