What Damien expected didn't happen. He didn't lose his head at the hand of Marty, the vice-leader of the rebels. Instead of that, a wizened voice belonging to a man rang in his ears.
"Do you desire power?"
"Who doesn't?"
Damien's eyes snapped open, and he looked around in search of the source of the voice, only to become startled as he found himself in an unimaginable place.
It was void of light, blacker than darkness, with no end in sight.
That was just its most basic description.
It didn't have corners, and it endlessly stretched forward in all directions.
The weird thing was that Damien could feel it growing at an incalculable rate.
That terrified him.
'Where am I?' Damien wondered.
"You are in a place called the Endless. It is a space that exists between realms. Only the truly strong can find it. For example, Lords of the West, Realm Lords, Demi-Gods, Gods, and True Beings can access it. As for the others, it will be a surprise if they know about it."
