Klaus stood motionless in the void, the darkness around him pulsating with an eerie rhythm. His once-blue eyes now gleamed a deep crimson, glowing with the power of the memories that had flooded back into his consciousness. The transformation was complete. His mind, once fragmented, was now whole, and the weight of his past settled into his new form like a long-lost cloak.
In the stillness of the void, Gluttony towered before him, his immense wings draped in shadow, his expression unreadable. The dark being's eyes, black as the abyss surrounding them, flickered with something between curiosity and caution.
[Have you regained all your memories?] Gluttony's voice broke the silence, reverberating through the emptiness. There was no urgency in his tone, just a quiet, probing interest.
