But his troubles were only starting. The soul force he had felt before this happened was now reappearing all around him.
Small blue and black wisps were floating around him. Some even laughed sinisterly.
More wisps kept popping up, with the ones already present slowly getting louder, saying words instead of just laughing.
"Surrender."
"Embrace the darkness."
"Join us!"
"Die for me, yeehahahaha!"
But through all these sinister calls, threats, and sweet promises, one voice resounded louder than the others.
"Boy! Who are you, and what are you doing here?!"
"Hmm?"
This voice somehow felt more peaceful than the others. Like it contained no malice.
He focused his mind on it. Before answering into the darkness.
"My name is Astaroth. I made the mistake of touching a ring, and I landed here."
