My Senior Gods

I exhaled, forcing the tension in my body to drain with the motion. The weight of the void scythe in my hand felt heavier than before. Calm down, Nathan. Focus. My fingers curled tightly around the dark, obsidian-like shaft, its surface unnaturally cold. The swirling void etched into the blade pulsed faintly, almost alive, like it was breathing.

"This thing... what the hell are you hiding?" I muttered, brushing my thumb along the intricate carvings. As I concentrated, the weapon seemed to resonate with me, pulling me inward.

Before I could even brace myself, my vision blurred, the world dissolving into black nothingness.

I blinked and found myself standing in a surreal, ethereal expanse. Shadows coiled like smoke, and in the distance, faint lights shimmered—souls, I realized. Trapped souls.

So, this is it... the scythe's soul realm.