A radiance illuminates it's darkened world, as a figure in white appears. It is a humanoid-like figure, wearing a white sash, like the Romans used to wear, a toga. Behind his back are two pairs of Diamond like wings, two on each side, glittering brilliantly. 

"Ah, soul 2,678, why are you here? This abyss of space shouldn't exist. It's been five years since your host body was born, yet you, the soul, have been missing all this time. To find out you've been stuck in this abyss of space that leads to the Milky Way area of the Absylon universe. Come, come, we must have you to your body right away, as was promised."

It just stared at him. It's not like it can move or anything. It's just a ball of incorporeal spirit after all. The angelic figure slowly grabs the air, causing an invisible chain of the balls' spirit energy to attach to his hand, as it was led away from the space it was in. After a long time of flying, the angel-creature brought it to a huge world, that was colored with greens, blues, and yellows. There were even some parts of fiery red and icy white.

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"Your stop is here, prepared to be transferred. Oh, right, in this universe, there is a multitude of forces called the ways of power, or as inhabitants of this universe simply call it, the ways. They encompass many different fields of power and abilities, some weak, some strong. Some for fighting, some for creating, and some for other areas in general. You are to be transferred into the soulless body of the five-year-old boy named Fei Mei. In this world, they put their surnames in front of their given names. I wish you luck." It just listened to his words, before its' sight went dim once more.