Just one person was in front of Liam in some sort of… classy auditorium. The space was decorated with shelves of books, strange decorations and wall-writings.
Staring at him with a bored expression, was an aged, tired looking man with a hunched back. A pair of glasses, strangely earth-like, sat over his long nose bridge. His eyes were a dull blue, and his curly, unkempt, white hair fell over his shoulders.
He took slow, long breaths in, and quick, short breaths out.
Liam furrowed his brows. He wasn't in dire straits anymore, but he still had no clue where he was, or how much time had passed.
However, Liam quickly made sense of something.
'I failed.'
Well. That wasn't anything new. Most of the time, things went wrong for him than right. Each success came with at least three failures that preceded it.
Yet… his Path!
There was finally a significant change!
Immediately, he—
"Are you going to pretend I don't exist?"
