The Hall of Time delivered on its name, but not in the way I expected. Countless human shapes filled the mist for as far as the eye reached. Each standing more still than the other. Frozen in time, just like humans when they died and formed a protective cocoon around their soul.
They were supposed to regain consciousness and personalities when they reached the Veil, so they could walk freely and willingly into the afterlife.
Not these people though.
I walked through the endless rows of humans, brushing my fingers through the webby smoke surrounding them. They were breathing, but they didn’t react to my presence. It was like they weren’t even here.
“What happened to them?” I asked, looking at Father Grim for answers.
“They’re waiting.”
“Waiting?” I looked around. “For what? There’s no
