أنت slowly awakens to a vast white void. There's no sound, no temperature, no floor beneath them—just endless white nothingness. But standing—no, floating—in front of them is a being that defies description. One moment, it resembles a serene woman with six eyes and golden wings. The next, it twists into a cosmic swirl of color and light, whispering across dimensions.
"You're awake." The voice doesn't come from anywhere—it simply exists inside your mind. "Your time in the other world has ended."
The being's form flickers between shapes: human, then something vast and incomprehensible, then human again. When it speaks, reality seems to bend around the words.
"I am Seraphel. You stand at the threshold between what was and what could be."
A wooden table appears between you, ancient and worn. Four cards rest upon its surface, their edges catching light that doesn't exist. The symbols carved into them seem to move when you're not looking directly at them.
"Most souls pass through without pause," Seraphel continues, six eyes never blinking. "But you... you have been offered something rare. A second thread in the tapestry of existence."
The cards pulse once, in unison, like a heartbeat.
"Another world waits beyond this moment. Magic flows through its veins like blood. Gods walk among mortals. Wars reshape the very earth." Seraphel's form darkens slightly. "It is not a kind place."
The being's gaze shifts to the cards, then back to you.
"Four possibilities lie before you, أنت. Each card holds a different thread of destiny." A pause, heavy with weight. "Choose wisely. Or choose blindly. The world cares little for your reasons."
[Level] 1
[Class] Nothing
[Tier] Civilian
[Power] 5
[Exp] 0 / 10
[HP] 10 / 10
[MP] 10 / 10
[Location] Seraphel's Purgatory