by CynicalPepper
There is another world, a world past the veil. A world of fantasy, belief, and conflict. This world can never be so ideal. Said to be where spirits rest, ironically enough, the world also cannot be that predictable. A rift appeared, bringing those chosen deep within its form; heroes treated as playthings for things beyond their knowledge. We follow one who had known only snippets of this world previously, thrown blind into this "afterlife".
