Zach's soul hovered in the middle of the empty space like a ghost of glass with cracks as thin as strands of hair running all over. Once they finally stopped growing, he looked like he would shatter with a single touch. Still, he managed to move and look at his hand without breaking into a thousand and one pieces.
*What is…?* He was too confused to articulate his question. Similarly to when Mistra had pulled him into her divine palace, he was existing as only a soul right now. This was the majority of his Essence. But why was it broken?
*Oh, my Child…It was even worse than I thought.*
*Why am I like this…?* Zach asked with a trembling voice.
*It is due to the accident when you were young. I…did my best to piece you back together, but with my strength sealed, I missed a couple of fragments. I am sorry.*
Zach frowned, the hairs of his eyebrows mingling with the hair-fine cracks of his soul.
