Dream Kingdom, a wilderness blanketed by ice and snow, where the piercing wind howls.
At the boundary where the icy streams float and meet the snow-white forest, Stan Duplessi stands in the snowy ground, staring blankly at his own body which he has regained.
In his mind, the shock from a second ago still lingers.
He can hear that great, majestic voice, almost divine, but he can't discern anything from it; he can only feel that as the voice fell, some unbelievable, completely revolutionary information surged into the depths of his soul.
"I was chosen by a Great Existence, given the chance to become His follower? As long as I can pass the upcoming trial?"
Stan Duplessi is digesting that information, while confirming that he is neither dreaming nor hallucinating from being close to death.
He watches the breaths from his nose and mouth turn into a white mist, then looks at his ragged clothes and the goosebumps caused by the sudden drop in temperature, and he quickly steps forward.
