The light around him dissipated.
Akun found himself standing in a large, expansive field with trees as far as the eye could see. The full moon hung in the sky, and a chilling night breeze blew by, waving his silver hair from side to side.
The sudden change in scenery should have been unexpected, perhaps even surprising, but he didn't look the least bit worried. In fact, he looked a bit infuriated but knew this was something he had to handle soon ever since he noticed they had been following him.
"Is your goddess really desperate to get on my bad side? I'm currently not in the mood for any of her games."
Akun said, slowly raising his head to gaze at the figures who had surrounded him: numerous men and women in white and red clothing and silver armor, the signature attire of the holy Inquisitors. Standing closest to Akun was Thorne, their captain.
