A world of black. There was no horizon. There was no Solar Star. There were no clouds. There was no wind. Only grandiose, skyscrapers walls of black that slightly differentiated themselves from the rest of the world. Each wall exuded an oppressive gravitational pull. Any ordinary mortal would find their limbs pulled taut, stretched and forced in place.
At the center of this world was a mountain-sized cubicle altar, etched with the golden character of 'Order' at the top of its four faces—the Order Spirit Altar. The variant of the War Spirit Altar.
'This world seems to be an inverse of that location. Strange,' Wei Wuyin's memories of entering that completely white space and obtaining his merit surfaced with nostalgia. He was 'blind' at the time, yet the experience was unforgettable.
"Commander of Order!" A booming voice, androgynous and dissonance-inducing, thundered across the world as he stood atop the altar.
