Naxitan suddenly opened her eyes and looked down at her body in confusion.
She found herself standing on an incomparably vast platform. At its center floated a massive ball of light, while all around lay profound darkness.
Most importantly, not only was her inherited treasured sword, the "Emerald Blade," gone, but she was naked—
Fortunately, aside from herself, there did not seem to be a single living creature nearby.
But that did nothing to reassure Naxitan. As a Security Captain of the Far East Jungle Patrol Cavalry, her centuries-long life had seen far too many dangers and battles... whether against other races, monsters, or her own kind.
While warily observing her surroundings, Naxitan hugged her chest, her mind in turmoil. Hadn't I encountered the Troll Assault Group and been killed?
In her final memory, she and her sisters-in-arms had been conducting their routine patrol within their territory when they were suddenly attacked by the Sunset Empire's Border Defense Army.
Caught off guard, their defensive perimeter was overrun. Coupled with the vast disparity in strength, she, a Planetary level seventh-stage captain, had become one of the enemy's primary targets. Surrounded by more than twenty Heavy Trolls, Naxitan had held on for less than a minute before being torn into pieces.
She remembered that she had died... so why had she appeared here? Could this be the final destination of the dead spoken of by the priests of the Jungle Temple? Did people truly have souls after death?
Hope flared in Naxitan's heart.
Then, could she meet her dead family, friends, and comrades here as well?
If that were true, perhaps death was not so frightening after all.
Naxitan stood alone upon the incomparably vast platform, looking up at the enormous ball of light at its center. Like a sun, it illuminated