Gaining consciousness, Vandalieu found himself still standing in line. He would reach the city's gate soon, but judging from the position of the sun in the sky,
it seemed that less than an hour had passed since Zuruwarn had carried his soul away.
"Yes, good morning, Gufadgarn. Thank you for moving my body for me," said Vandalieu, thanking the invisible Gufadgarn.
It seemed that Gufadgarn had opened gaps in space to extend fingers or other body parts underneath Vandalieu's clothes to manipulate him like a puppet.
"I am unworthy of your praise," said Gufadgarn in a flat-toned but somewhat happy-sounding voice.