"So, you're actually dead?"
Looking at Uchiha Hirohiko before them, repeatedly recalling what he had just said and every piece of information related to the Uchiha Hirohiko standing before them, the three finally spoke after a long silence.
After Uchiha Hirohiko had said they needed to focus on leaving this place, he had told them everything he knew about this space.
He had also revealed that he was different from them—that he was already dead. He had not come here through some Space-Time Ability or ninjutsu. Rather, after death, his soul had reached a fork in the road. For some unknown reason, he had ultimately taken the path shrouded in darkness, like the black mist filling this space now, and eventually arrived here.
Moreover, he had wandered through this space for more than a decade and had come to a conclusion: this place had no concept of space. Though one could feel time passing, it had no concept of time either.
Here, time was essentially frozen, while space was infinite to the point of seeming nonexistent.
Every soul that entered this space had to endure the torment of time, suffering through endless stretches of eternity until they either went mad or became so numb that they stopped thinking.
No one could sleep here. They were almost always acutely awake, while the sensation of time passing and the endlessness that came with it clung to them like a shadow. The more awake they were, the clearer that feeling became. It practically drove people mad.
No matter where they went, no matter how bored or idle they became, no matter how much they walked, everything around them remained the same.
Bleak, monotonous, unchanging... like a nightmare from which they could never wake, endlessly torturing every soul's mind.
It could almost be said