"Like the others? You mean there are more people here? Perhaps this is the Farplane after all, seeing as you are dead and I died as well. Thank Yevon I am not cursed." Braska smiled, relieved that he wasn't going to be alone in this place he didn't recognize.
It has got to be the Farplane now. Why else would we be here? Perhaps it is an old unknown Spira that is used by those who pass on. But pyreflies...where are they?
"Milan, have you seen any pyreflies?" Braska asken, looking around for the floating spirit lights.