Oh ye of ill fate, you fell in battle and now you lie here. In the vast emptiness of death, while you can still walk around and communicate with other dead men, there is naught for you here. An endless white void expands in all directions, above your head you can see massive spheres of many colors. These are the universes you were born in, these are the universes you died in.
And now you are here. At the primal omni-dimension where none can escape, and you do not want to see what enters. Tarry here for too long while the Cross-World tournament is in play, and you may just find out why the void is not your friend.