“This is complete lunacy,” the words spoke themselves, no physical tongue conveying them vocally. Just exactly where the voice came from, was a spherical orb. The atmosphere surrounding this ‘orb’ cascaded with strong magic due to the residue of a mage’s intense magical trace.

This spherical light hovered around gently in the air, boasting an ominous pitch black aura. The middle of the orb’s aura was lit afire with a fervent red glow.

The orb, illuminating the surface lightly with the red luminescence, added, “We all died… and we actually have the chance of reincarnation. But… why the hell do we need to share just one damned body? Just- did they run out of bodies or something?”

“I’m not sure, what lies after death has never been something I’ve researched in my studies…” An orb of solid gold spoke, a whisp of clouds following its wake as it drifted in its surrounding.

“I think I remember you…” the Summoner spoke warily. “You’re that other mage guy. Uh. Jamal Jared? Right?”

“I know I’m already dead but I feel like I just died a little inside... Again…” The golden orb sighed, the clouds beginning to turn gray as small droplets of water fell from them. “It’s not Jamal, It’s Ral. Ral Zarek.”

The current terrain was quite lifeless, actually. There was nothing for miles on end- no; there was absolutely nothing here. Whatever naturality of the ground was replaced with white tiles that seemed to ripple with water-like waves every now and then despite there not being a breeze. The sky, if one could call it that, was substituted with a pale white ceiling--much like the texture of a blank canvas. The horizon held nothing promising; simply the same dull, dreary tiles of white for a perpetual distance.

It’s unbelievably boring here as our ‘heroes’ have recently discovered.

In the middle of the planes of utter listless nothingness, stood one lowly human. He stood there, mindless--quite literally, actually--gazing throughout the white void that stretched for as far as one’s eyes could see.

The human held a neutral expression--and it held it for quite some time now. Specifically, an hour long now. Reality rippled around him, as if the spirits of dead entities whose powers could distort actuality itself. Oh wait--that was actually happening right now.

The human’s visage was as boring as his looks. Running down his scalp was a rather unruly, long hair; quite cliched, really.

Spherical, glowing, faint orbs of light circled around the human. These orbs observed their would-be body, their glances scrupulous, astute, and… among other things, apathetic.

“Beats me,” another one with a bright dark purple ethereal glow spoke as he faded in alongside him. “But at least we got a few hits in and I managed to destroy my cap before she was able to use it.”

“Who’s ‘she’ again?” a voice resounded like a knell. The origin of said voice was from a gaseous sphere of blue. “My… memory is a bit blurred.”

“I guess dying will do that to you…” a dull brown orb floated. It seemed larger than the others.

Another orb soon joined in, this one black at the core, and engulfed in a red aura. A pitch black smoke engulfed this aura, leaving a trail of stifling smoke screen as it bolted around frantically.

"Guh... holy... What...? Ow, my... head..? Where the Hell is my head? Where am I?! When my fucking uncle-in-law hears about this, heads are gonna roll!" The aura screamed, vibrating with anger. “Wait! I remember now! I know the voices of you guys… We all died or something, didn’t we?”

“Yup,” one of the previous balls of aura replied in a deadpan tone. “Ah… that irate tone mingled in fury and a signature venom of hatred--you’re Malideus.”

“Yeah… and you,” the aura streamlined towards the other, orbiting around it with an observant gaze. “You’re the inferior mage…”

“That’s not my name,” the offended aura replied with an agitated sigh. “Hint; it ends with ‘er’. I’ve a feeling that you’ve forgotten. It seems that a portion of our recollection has faded-”

The purple one zipped in front of the red orb. “It’s the Stripper, right? Probably not, but I know for a damned fact that it started with an ‘s’.”

The red orb sighed. “No. And look, I can even remember your name! It’s Batty.... uh- right?”

“Other than the weird pronunciation, you’re correct… phonetically, at least. It’s Vaati.” The purple orb swished around in front of the red orb. “Notice the prolonged ‘a’ there? Idiot.”

Another orb poofed in existence near the group, interrupting the conversation. The dark-grey soul of the formerly alive villain rolled a couple of times, leaving a trail of blue lightning as it groaned.

“That… Hurt…” The ball said with a deep, slightly echoing voice as it came to a stop.

The Overlord decided to lurk in the background, only saying anything when he had what to say. Someone had to be stoic and a voice of reason, after all. Or a tactical commander...

“-Fuck.” A brown ball of magical energy materialized, looked the scene over and then sighed. “Great, not even in death can I escape. Hello, everybody.” This orb was larger than the other orbs, and rather plain in spite of it all.

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