Back in Michael's first life, a beautiful tree that stretched for several hundred meters cast a gentle shade over him.
Beneath rested two graves. One of Nicole, his beloved, and one of his unborn daughter, both buried peacefully in the soil.
Michael stood before a figure who bore a sinister smile.
"Who are you?" Michael asked, alarmed. Even his Indomitable Human Spirit, which should have sensed spiritual energy with ease, failed to pick up the slightest presence.
"Every person asks themselves that question at least once… Why don't you answer me instead?" The figure countered with a scoff.
Michael frowned. Stepping closer, he noticed that the silhouette that had trespassed into the burial ground looked identical to him!
"What kind of sorcery is this?" He demanded an explanation, his attacks passing through the figure like a mirage.
"Open your eyes, fool." The figure teleported to a branch of the tree overhead, his words taunting.
