In that moment, Sho Minamimoto raises his vibrations through raw strength, willpower, and sheer cussedness.
Funny thing about that. Whatever he might have believed, he was always on what he'd call the 'RG'. And in this moment, he enters what he would call 'the UG' - and what this world would call the spirit real, the realm of death and dreams. Astral, ethereal, or any other name one might apply -- it is nothing more than a colorless space. Not the black of night or the void, but the same lack of color you see when you shut your eyes.
And then a voice. One which comes from everywhere, as if simply brought into existence rather than being created as propagating vibrations. But a strangely calm one.
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In that moment, Sho Minamimoto raises his vibrations through raw strength, willpower, and sheer cussedness.
Funny thing about that. Whatever he might have believed, he was always on what he'd call the 'RG'. And in this moment, he enters what he would call 'the UG' - and what this world would call the spirit real, the realm of death and dreams. Astral, ethereal, or any other name one might apply -- it is nothing more than a colorless space. Not the black of night or the void, but the same lack of color you see when you shut your eyes.
And then a voice. One which comes from everywhere, as if simply brought into existence rather than being created as propagating vibrations. But a strangely calm one.
"What are you doing here?"