Ceren found himself in the middle of a dark void, purple fog vaguely drifting around his feet.
"Wha—Is this?" He spinned around extending all kinds of sensory spells to try to figure out what had happened.
"Do you know what separates the gods from those who merely strive after divinity?" A voice sent ripples trembling through the floor underneath his feet.
He looked around for its source, but it seemed to come from all directions and he couldn't manage to find a speaker even with his enhanced senses.
But he knew better than to let his guard down, raising defensive spells around him and reaching out with his spark of divinity to see if he could break through whatever magic bound him.
"Magic gives mortals a taste of the divine, which is yet limited by the strength of their souls. Demigods surpass their limits by consuming soul fragments of deceased deities, reaching a power above magic, the divine spark."
