Li suddenly recalled that Ankhseram had given him a ring before. Of course, he would not bring it up now. A gift was a gift—no one ever complained about having too many, right?
Seeing Li nod, a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of Ankhseram's lips. She slowly uttered countless obscure words. Li had been lying on the bed listening when he suddenly felt as though his body had turned transparent. In his daze, something seemed to enter his body.
Pain. Li tugged at the corner of his mouth. Since arriving at Ankhseram's temple, this was the sensation he had felt most often.
"I will let you enter my temple. No—not this one. This is merely the temple I created in this world. There is another one, the place within my mind. Inside, you will see one or several choices. Pick whichever one you like."
As Ankhseram spoke, Li felt his consciousness grow increasingly hazy, as though his entire being had left this world.
When Li regained consciousness, he was standing in an enormous plaza. He stood in its center, and no matter which direction he looked, the plaza stretched so far that its boundaries were nearly impossible to see.
Where exactly was this place?
That thought flashed through Li's mind, followed by another one: Who am I?
Li froze. Right... who was he?
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
I am Li, Ankhseram's disciple. As that thought flashed through his mind, he felt as though he had grown larger. The plaza no longer seemed quite so vast. Judging by his current size, it was only about a thousand meters square.
Li slowly let out a breath, thinking that he had nearly lost himself the instant he entered Ankhseram's world.
He looked around,