Lucien finally took time to study the Reincarnation Disc too.
The Disc floated silently. It turned, slow and patient, as if time itself had no reason to hurry.
Lucien closed his eyes.
Then he sent his senses inside.
The world vanished.
...
He expected something like a storage.
But he found a domain.
The inside of the Reincarnation Disc was vast in a way that did not care about distance.
There was no sky, but there was depth.
There was no ground, but his awareness had a place to stand.
Mist moved in slow rings. Pale roads stretched into darkness, branching and fading before he could follow them too far.
Countless lights drifted through the space, some steady, some dim, some cracked, some wrapped in black stains or old wounds.
Souls. All of them were souls.
The Disc had taken them without preference.
Heroes and murderers.
Civilians and fanatics.
Children and elders.
Complete souls and damaged souls.
Those who died protecting others.
