"Wake up, wake up," a faint voice echoed through the void. "Open your damn eyes, kid," the voice grew louder and clearer.
"I'm up, I'm up," Jett's eyes snapped open to a sight he wasn't expecting, freezing him in place. 'What's going on? Why am I back here? Did I die? No that's impossible.' He checked himself to see if he was real or if it was a dream. He found himself in the grand hall where he and the others had gathered before they were reborn.
The hall was magnificent, with towering marble pillars adorned with intricate carvings that reached towards a vaulted ceiling painted with pure white.
Chandeliers of crystal and gold hung down, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the polished obsidian floor. But the throne he had allegedly broken was nowhere to be found. He it was the same place even though most of it looked new to him.