The pitch-black stream of light formed a deep passage.
Yi Lin walked upon the dark stream of light, reaching the end.
The pitch-black sky, devoid of stars, devoid of light.
From the unreachable depths of the sky, strands of chains descended.
At the end of the chains hung narrow cages.
The souls curled their bodies like humble prisoners, suspended in the sky.
"Arrived!"
When Yi Lin opened his eyes, he found himself trapped in a cage. He was not flustered, nor did he panic; he took stock of his surroundings first.
All the souls were imprisoned in cages.
Including Yi Lin.
The narrow cage suspended in the sky, neither touching the sky above nor the ground below.
Yi Lin looked down, and beneath the cage were pitch-black mists, resembling an "abyss" that promised death upon falling.
Looking up, the cages were sparsely distributed, a hundred in total, with all souls in them hanging their heads, faces indistinguishable.
At the distant end of the sky.
