As the two souls of Aaron and Daemon crossed the afterlife, there was another fight brewing right in front of the heroes. Glenn gulped as his mind was filled with knowledge, all coming from an unfamiliar source.
"What's this?" Glenn asked himself as he watched his hand slowly warping. "What is inside my mind? Something is implanting knowledge inside."
Glenn fell to his knees as he could only look up. The information forcefully entering his mind started to hurt that there was only one thing he could think of, pain.
"Glenn…"
A familiar voice spoke as Glenn found himself in his consciousness. The vast empty space, the light feeling, and the sense of loneliness. "Why am I here? Saroth was Daemon and he already left."
"Daemon was never Saroth," a voice spoke behind him. Glenn spun and saw the six eyes hovering in front of him. The man was confused, he was speechless. "Because I am not him."
