Suddenly, as if the void heard my thoughts, a faint light lit itself in the distance.

'An exit? Or is that a person?'

The small white dot slowly grew in size, creeping ever so slightly closer. The next moment, the light hit me faster than I could perceive, knocking me back. This time, I crashed into a white marble floor instead of spinning in the air and trying to correct myself.

'What in the world?!?'

The wind was knocked out of me as I came to terms with the fact that I was touching solid ground again. I'm... alive. I'm alive!

Catching my breath, I slowly pushed myself off the floor and stood up.

As I surveyed my environment, I found myself within an enormous, pristine white Pantheon. Towering white columns supported the mansion-like structure; beyond them, an expanse of white stretched endlessly. Everything around me was a brilliant shade of white—the floor, the columns, the ceiling—everywhere I turned, there was nothing but immaculate whiteness, devoid of any trace of dirt.

Four statues of pristine white marble were flanking the columns, two on either side. Among them were two men and two women, each exuding an aura of majesty, confidence, and courage. One of these figures caught my eye: Michael, the Archangel of War.

'Why is his statue here?'

Just when I was going to walk over to them, a gentle voice swept through the pantheon like a summer breeze:

"Greetings, Alpha. Welcome to the Divine City, home of the divine. I am Uztia, messenger of the gods. I come bearing a mission from God himself. Since he safeguarded you from the Doors of Death, he wishes for you to repay this kindness."