It was dark wherever I had ended up.The God-damned hollow Mother phantom drove me into a trap... likely got me stuck in a phylactery of some sort. I sighed inwardly. My entire Astral Tree felt like had been injected into something, the blue thread acting akin to a hypodermic needle.

At least I no longer felt cold and miserable. Wherever I was, even if Mother had acted by some sinister design, I was certain that I could figure things out, change my path, break away for whatever had been prepared for me by whomever...

Words suddenly flashed in my vision, amidst murky darkness.

Welcome to Novazem, transient soul.