That place is known as the "beyond" of all existing creatures. Every being whose life flickers faintly within their mortal body, upon leaving this world when their final spark of life fades, goes to the World of the Ethereals.
It is said to be a completely silent place, wrapped in a mystical pale green mist that forms its very structure. Though descriptions are not always accurate, many agree that the World of the Ethereals is a kind of "mirror dimension." Why? Because those who have glimpsed even a fragment of death understand its composition all too well.
The mist swirled around the group with destructive force, threatening to rip them from the ground and carry them far away.
Monar, gripping his staff tightly, used his magic to overlay a counteracting wind force against the vortex, greatly reducing its impact.
At the same time, Azel fired a couple more arrows, but they surprisingly passed through the dragon as if it were made of smoke.
