Wala Wala:
"Linsey, do you think there might be people from the [City of Law] in there?"
The night was as black as ink, and the icy sea wind, churned by the vortex, lashed against their faces.
Hearing Wala Wala's question, Linsey could only shake his head.
"I'm not sure."
"Other than being able to tell that they were human before they died, if you look closely, you still can't make out what they look like."
After hearing Linsey's answer, the girl stared intently downward with her icy blue eyes.
Even from an artist's perspective, she could only see blurry human shapes.
It was the same both above and below the water.
"..."
Wala Wala watched for a few more seconds before withdrawing her gaze.
She resumed laying down the wooden platform ahead of them, casually speaking to Linsey as she worked.
"By the way, Linsey, aren't you from the School of Death?"
"I've only seen it in plays—after people die, their souls enter the [Sea of Wandering] and meet their end here."
"So is this the true final destination of all souls?"
"..."
Linsey looked at the girl beside him and raised an eyebrow.
Though Wala Wala had kept her tone under control, the faint tremor in her emotions still revealed what she was thinking.
The end of life was death.
And the fate of souls filled with emotion, personality, and will was to be ground into pure source essence and flow back into reality.
For a girl, for an artist—
What kind of impact such a reality would have was not something that could be explained in just a few words.
Linsey shook his head.
"I've witnessed and presided over funerals of the School of Death. Human souls can dissipate, distort, or even revive along with their corpses.