Silence reigned between the two of them, as Mr.Domino was busy sewing back Nestor's head into place. It required a certain degree of focus on his part.

While even if Nestor had one too many questions to ask him, simply couldn't. Drowned in the impossibility of what was actually happening, he decided to patiently wait for the process to end.

Relief assaulted him as his senses slowly come back, while the mild headache he had started to diminish as well.

"We're done my little canary, keep walking straight in the direction I'm giving my back to. Never stop little one, isn't it how life is after all? "

Mr. Domino's raspy, yet calm voice came out of a hunched figure, sitting with his legs crossed over what seemed to be a well-polished wooden rocking chair. He was looking at Nestor with a seemingly amused expression.

For how he was dressed, however, wasn't easy to distinguish his features, it was clear, though, that he must have been quite old.

The gentleman was wearing a linen black suit, a pair of elegant white brogue shoes, and a large black hat that fell down, covering part of his face, leaving out a long white beard and a beautiful white bow tie.

'Amazing! My sight is back! I can also feel that my sense of balance is back, I should be able to walk on my own now.'

Nestor stood up, took a quick glance look at his surroundings, and bowed in sign of respect and gratitude towards the old man.

"I would like to thank you, kind Sir, even if you didn't do it out of kindness you still gave me a second chance."

After a brief moment of silence, Nestor got back to a more straight stance.

"Very well, what a polite young man. Never lose the spirit, Nestor."

Surprised for the man to know about his name, Nestor took a moment to think for himself. What was he to do? Mr.Domino didn't seem keen on starting a long speech to fill him in about the place he just arrived.

He was currently in an extremely spacious rectangular ambiance, it was absurdly long, so much he questioned it even having an end.

Inside the space, there were countless neatly arranged wooden beds like the one he had been laying upon not too long ago.

They were very simple, medium-sized beds, long enough to hold a person tall 1,9 meters (6'2), they had a soft white pillow and a silky, cyan blanket.

'Impressive, to be this many and on this level of comfort, it must have cost a fortune!'

For a moment, Nestor's simple mind blinded him, how could this have been all arranged by conventional means? It was obvious that what he considered a mammoth task, actually, in here, wasn't.

Finally, as he kept inspecting he noticed how surreal this was, the space between the beds was apparently the exact same, for every single one of them, and Nestor had counted them already in the hundreds.

For a monk that had not witnessed the age of machinery, Nestor could only see this either as the work of a superior being.

Nestor's view now switched on the side walls. Rows of polished stone lamps were fixated on them, and inside held a small green flame, however they didn't seem to be working properly.

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A dim, green light, was all over the place spread in a homogeneous way, there wasn't a single spot that was lit more or less than the rest of the room.

'How strange, how could it be, we should be in a closed environment right?'

Even more peculiar were all the statues of angels neatly arranged one after the other adjacents to the side walls.

These winged knights had long feathered wings sprouting from their backs, and they reached three meters (9'8) in height. They wore a tiara on their front, that gave them an aura of holiness. They sported a unique long vest, that reminded Nestor of the toga worn in the ancient Roman Empire.

Finally, a long blade was hanging on their belt. While they were holding a thick volume with their right hand, their left was gesturing a casual salute.

Soon after he noticed the splendid marble floor, it was white with black and red random streaks.

" Oh dear, I almost forgot. Before sending you your way, I have two important items I must deliver you."

Two small objects now appeared on Mr.Domino's hands, as he handed them over to Nestor.

One, Nestor couldn't forget about, was his precious medallion. While the other was a square-like white tablet that had some strange symbols written on it.

For a moment Nestor wasn't unsure about receiving the old man's help. He was genuinely grateful to him, and if he truly wanted to hurt him, he could have done it so many times over already. But still, he had just been betrayed to his death, he couldn't easily trust a stranger. He couldn't end up wasting his second chance.

"Good Sir, would you care to explain what this object truly is, is it safe for me to use?"

Nestor tried to sound as polite as possible, by any means, he didn't want his words to sound accusatory.

A wide smile was hidden beneath MrDomino's hat, as where this exact moment reminded him of his past self. When he was still young and inexperienced, fearing to lose what was most precious to him, his future.

"This silver medallion isn't just a simple esthetic accessory, but a key. It permitted your soul to be extracted upon death and it redirected it here at the chained city.

As you've noticed this isn't your previous body, but a new one I stitched up together with your soul. You are an unusual one, not many arrive him the way you did.

This, instead, is a soul tablet. Before being able to use it you'll have to enroll in the academy, still, its most basic functions are no secret and I can explain them to you.

This little object is often used as a matter of identification, it will list most of the basic information regarding your soul. So that by showing it others will be sure about your identity. It can also store a decent amount of materials inside. Yours I think should be the equivalent of a big-sized backpack...

That's all, little canary. I won't tell you more, or it'll be judged as preferential treatment by the Sacred Church.

Find the gate, there will be someone to pick you up."

No more question he said, yet Nestor was dying to receive the many answers he desperately needed.

For example, he couldn't fathom how was he that indifferent about this absurd situation he was in.

' I just died and got reborn? And into a place so strange that doesn't seem to be either Heaven or Hell. I don't remember Mr.Domino as a character from the Bible.

Also, again, I have just DIED, oh Christ! Any sane monk would be crying and praying for help, yet here I am, eager to explore foreign lands and obtain absurd powerful abilities!

Nestor's contorted expression made it hard for Mr.Domino not to meddle with what was going on in Nestor's mind.

"The key. It has multiple functions, and one of which is to stabilize your mind after the crossing. Doing so will help your soul synchronize faster with your new body, so that you go completely crazy at the sight of strange happenings.

Now go child, let this old one be."

As he said so, the hunched figure made a quick motion as if to grab something into tin hair. Then as Mr. Domino retracted his hand, he was now holding onto a bright green crystal, that seemed to intensively pulsate with energy.

Then, he quickly threw it at the nearest statue on the left wall. This one, in fact, unbeknownst to Nester, instead of their grey, stony eyes, had now a moving pair of clear blue irises.

Suddenly the statue moved its right hand and caught the crystal with a swift movement. Then, shiny object was no more and the statue appeared no different than the others.

Nestor quietly observed the strange phenomenon, feeling more intrigued than anything else, and asked to himself:

'Will I ever be able to wield such abilities? What kind of future awaits me?'