Clouds, thick, fluffy pure white clouds, the kind that appear in the monsoon season before a heavy rain was the ground. Hundreds of tall white pillars holding a giant pointy shaped roof with an extremely beautiful architecture, with an almost infinite amount of giant, highly detailed statues.
"Am I dead?" This was the only thought that made sense, Johan should've been inside his body, but now, he was standing in a place that looked similar to how one imagined heaven.
"No you're not." a calm voice that reeked of wisdom, and 'I know it all' reverberated from the south to which Johan sharply turned around.
'Is this a trap by Johan? Nothing like this happened in the original game, at least in all the choices I played.' Johan frowned, but what he saw after that was just… horrifying, more horrifying than any trap.
The man who spoke had the body of an average muscular man, six feet tall, wearing a clean bright white priest's robe that gave off a peaceful feeling just by looking at it.
