Souls don't die!!

Klaus was now in what could be phrased as "jumping from frying pan to fire".

From being chased by the maniac divine entity who would not let up with its punishing whip, Klaus had bumped into something he could only describe to be as hard as a wall.

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"You... " Klaus had managed to say to what he could only identify to be an identical size and copy as him. For some reason, he noticed there was a single thing that didn't make sense about this dark void.

"Why is it that I can see his face even though I can't see anything else. It's like for some reason, the darkness seems to have no effect on him. I don't know how well to judge this but that face happens to be my face. And right now, that's the face I'd make when I'm really mad," Klaus deduced and for some reason, perhaps in his still boyish mind, he hoped to be wrong.