"Looks like it's my turn now. I will… not… be able—" Noah felt his mind slipping away while speaking those last words. Everything around him was so dark. He did not have the time to look around as he felt his conscience drifting away slowly as if it were being pulled somewhere.
"Let me take you on a journey before you and I have a talk~" Hearing the words from the familiar voice, Noah felt his consciousness being drowned by the darkness and swallowed whole.
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*Clank!*
As the door to the grand room opened, four figures walked inside carrying different weapons in their hands. Leading the group was a man with lean muscles, adorned in gleaming armor and wielding a massive sword. As he walked forward, he exuded an air of strength and determination. With each step, the shield strapped to his arm would clank against his armor, producing an annoying noise.
