Chapter 129

• If the Council of the Elders had reached the profound conclusion that a particular lesson remained unlearned and unappreciated in the way they intended for the soul, they would face reincarnation into a new body in the hopes of grasping that lesson once more in their subsequent life. However, if a soul had already been granted numerous opportunities yet appeared to have absorbed nothing at all, persistently engaging in detrimental actions throughout countless lifetimes, then that soul faced confinement in a prison of souls. I was utterly convinced that this was the fate that awaited my father. It was akin to a hellish existence, where souls became ensnared in an abyss within the fabric of the space-time continuum, forever barred from reincarnating again.
• Conversely, if a soul successfully achieved the lessons they were meant to learn, that soul would ascend, gaining the coveted privilege of becoming a citizen in the Mystical Goddess's Silver City—an honor that was exceedingly rare and, for most, nearly unattainable.
• Yet, despite the weight of these cosmic outcomes, none of that truly preoccupied my thoughts. I was indifferent to where my soul might end up after the finality of death. To me, this concept of an afterlife felt like nothing more than a collection of fabricated tales, designed to comfort and soothe individuals with the notion that their consciousness would persist beyond death. I had come to terms with the idea that absolute and eternal oblivion likely awaited me instead.