Eden froze, as if he were a sleeping water ghost, his whole body cold, utterly still, as if the air itself had stopped moving.
He couldn't believe the scene before his eyes.
Inside that stone coffin, the body lying there was none other than himself.
The nameless Prophet had a face almost identical to his own, not appearing dead but rather asleep, peacefully resting in the stone coffin.
"This... this..."
Eden mumbled incoherently, his legs weak, collapsing to the ground, his torch falling with him, extinguished, while the cold air continued to assail him, leaving him in disarray.
"Impossible, impossible... an illusion, it must be an illusion!"
Eden vehemently denied it, slowly standing up, trying to convince himself,
"Yes... it's just an illusion, everyone who comes here must see the same face on that body, yes, it's this kind of illusion."
Despite this farfetched idea, after repeatedly persuading himself, Eden finally calmed down.
