Looking around, all that could be seen was a thick mist. It was grey in colour and as Quinn wiped his hand through it, none of it moved. He was unable to see further than just his body ahead; it was so thick.
'Where is this place?' Quinn thought. 'Did Immortui put me here after defeating me? But that doesn't make any sense, wouldn't he want to keep a close eye on me, to make sure I can't escape.'
Quinn's mind was relatively sound, he could remember everything that had occured beforehand. He remembered how he had lost the battle against Immortui, and the red energy pouring into him.
For him, it was an expected result. Which was why he had come up with a plan with the others, and that's why he was even more confused about where he currently was.
Looking at his hands, he could see that his self wasn't completely solid, his own body was slightly transparent.
