"Who are you? And where the hell am I?" Devon's eyebrows furrowed as he asked the man seating on the obsidian throne.
The man was cladded in green attire, his eyes were sky blue and were as clear as water, and they shone brightly even more than the brightest star in the sky.
He had an average look, he couldn't be considered handsome and at the same time couldn't be called ugly. The man was in the middle of the two features.
"Is that how you talk to someone who saved your life." the man said.
They were several spikes all around the throne, and it seemed nothing but comfortable, however, the man sat on it as if it was the most comfortable place to seat on.
Devon looked at the man perplexed, "You saved me?" he asked, finding it hard to believe that the man on the throne saved him.
"Of course, who did you think pulled you out of that dream." the man said, he seemed to be enjoying the conversation between them as he placed his leg on top of the other.
