Nacht felt extremely cold.
[Your penance was remarkable.]
He didn't know what was happening. He couldn't even form a single coherent thought.
[Your punishment then shall be a gift.]
His only solace was the voice that kept whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
[Child of the court, receive your punishment.]
Nacht felt his soul shift as something irreversible and absolute forever changed his being.
He felt his thoughts slowly become more coherent as his perception of reality came into focus.
'Did I die?'
Nacht was standing on an illusory path that exuded a dignified air.
In his hand was an abyssal black saber that emanated a faint aura of death.
Without meaning to, he took his first step, then another, and another. He began to walk along the path. With each step he took, Nacht felt his soul being cleansed, fulfilling his ascension into a complete enlightened sinner.
He was enlightened, and with the enlightenment, he also knew where he was.
'Purgatory.'
