Rin felt as though he had fallen into an endless dream.
His surroundings had disappeared completely. There was no battlefield, no settlement, and not even the familiar system windows floating before his eyes.
Instead, he stood inside an endless white world where everything was silent. The silence was so absolute that it almost felt oppressive.
"...Where am I?"
His own voice sounded distant, as though it belonged to someone else.
Instinctively, Rin tried to take a step forward, only to discover that his body would not obey him. His legs refused to move. Even raising a single finger felt impossible.
A strange sensation brushed against his wrist.
Rin lowered his gaze and immediately froze. A thin silver thread had wrapped itself around his arm.
It was so delicate that it almost looked invisible, yet the moment he noticed it, another thread quietly coiled itself around his other wrist. Then another appeared around his ankle, followed by one around his neck.
