When Aiven opened his eyes again.
In front of him was not the imagined "Fichaz Sea Abyss" with blue skies and clear waters, but a bizarre, chaotic, and eerie space incompatible with the material world.
The first thing he saw when he looked up was a gigantic stone cross floating in mid-air, defying gravity.
Even for an Upper-Rank Wizard, it was an indescribably spectacular sight, but under the dim yellow "Hell Filter," this world seemed like a graveyard for the forgotten.
Looking down again at his feet, there were graves upon graves, dried bones upon dried bones, tombstones upon tombstones, stretching all the way to the dim yellow sky.
It is said that a person dies twice: once when they breathe their last and their body is buried in the ground, and the second time when they are completely forgotten by the living.
