Groggily waking up, I found myself in an all-too-familiar place. The cold, lifeless air bit at my skin, and the void around me seemed to press in from all directions. The oppressive stillness was unnerving, as if the very concept of sound had been eradicated. "For crying out loud, not again," I muttered, rubbing my temples as the stark emptiness of this realm confirmed where I was. The sensation was unmistakable.
I was back in front of the Enforcer.
The throne room remained exactly as I remembered it—if you could even call this place a room. It was more like a distortion of reality, a pocket of existence where the rules of the universe had been rewritten or discarded entirely. the massive walls with an endless depiction of cultivators, murdered by their own weapons. And the large red carpeted floor that is mixed with the space itself.
