Darkness.

No air. No sound. No sense of where the ground began or the sky ended.Han Jiwoo stood alone in the vast black, the last fragments of memory — the infirmary, the wooden ceiling, the faint hum of mana — dissolving like smoke.

He turned, but there was no direction to turn to. No horizon. Just an endless sea of black that rippled faintly when he breathed.

"Hello?" His voice came out flat, swallowed instantly by the void.

No echo. No response.

He took a tentative step. The ground ...