"My Lord, the Otherworld is about to attack again. This time, I fear that our strength will not be able to hold them back.", a submissive voice resounded.
Hearing it jolted Eluard and opened his eyes in shock.
'Wh-where am I?'
His head rested on the cold floor made of unknown material. Shaking his head, he stood up and looked around.
The area was surrounded by walls, faintly illuminated by the light coming from the small gaps on the floor. It flowed similarly to the neon lights back in the busiest of cities on Earth.
The discussion happening nearby continued.
"Does it matter? We lost the moment the Primal Lord of Chaos died. What is there to worry about dying?"
The voice this time was domineering, cold, and deeper than the previous one. His words carried a heavy weight. Eluard could feel the pressure with just the mysterious person talking.
