Commander Loken Redbeard lowered his head to look at the military dagger lodged in his chest. His vision blurred, and the sky began to spin endlessly. Before his eyes appeared the faces of his mother, wife, and daughter. They surrounded him, constantly waving at him as though calling him over.
Commander Loken struggled to his feet. He only felt that his once cumbersome body had suddenly become light, and a gust of wind blew toward him, as if it might carry him away.
He stood on the reef, and all the scenery around him lost its color.
As if suddenly sensing something, he lowered his head. This time, he actually saw himself—the blood-soaked Duncan lying in a pool of blood, his face twisted in agony...
At that moment, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly examined his own body.
His soul form resembled a transparent jellyfish in the sea. When he reached for his body, his arm actually passed through his chest.
Only then did Commander Loken fully understand. He was already dead. Now, he was merely a soul named Loken.
He raised his head and saw countless steps high above leading to a radiant gate. Yet before that gate were at least several thousand spiraling steps, making him feel as though the Gate of Light was separated from him by mountains and seas...
Then he heard the howling of frigid wind and the wails of evil spirits. Several meters in front of him, the earth split open, revealing a gaping maw. Its soft crimson tongue was covered in barbs, even wreathed in blue flames. At its throat stood a blood-red gate, and countless skeletal hands reached through the cracks. One look was enough to send chills down his spine.
He wanted to lift his leg and walk upward, but the