Endless vengeful spirits crowded the pure black chaos. Their resentment filled the realm, the black flames a combustion of their inexhaustible bitterness.

Resentment rose from all living beings at the moment of their death.

To live was a basic instinct. Before one died, a desire to live and regret for everything they’d failed to accomplish rose from the bottom of their heart. This survival instinct was shrouded by wisdom in intelligent life forms, by layers of responsibility, obligation, and duties that caused them to forget such impulses.

When the final end arrived and life ceased, intelligence faded away. The survival instinct and desire flared anew, thus...