บท 780: Prime Disciple Competition: The Voices

Mira's vision was a void of utter blackness. The pressing obscurity around her seemed as if it had absorbed her, making every step feel like wading through thick molasses. 

Each step she took felt like it lasted an eternity. It was to the point where Mira didn't even know if she was moving. She kept using her Soul Sense to find the way, but even that was blurry at best. 

'It almost feels like I died and am stuck in that lantern, waiting to be reincarnated again.' Mira thought, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She swept her consciousness through her soul just to make sure she hadn't sporadically died. 

Thankfully, everything was still there, proving that she hadn't died yet. 

'But what is this place? What am I supposed to do? That voice said I had to lose myself to find what I wanted, but what does that even mean?' She had too many questions, and nobody was around to answer them.