"What have I gotten myself into this time?" Sol asked, the last thing he remembered was getting struck by Primordial Divine lightning before everything went black, but now he was suddenly safely seated in a comfortable chair facing a man who had his head hidden under a hood with shadows for a face.
"That is a good question, Sol Vestic," The man answered. "I often wondered when you would offend the wrong person and end up here."
"Did I die?"
"Let us converse a little before-"
"No, if I'm not dead then I have to return, Ikaris and everyone else is waiting for me." He stubbornly stood, looking arounf and frowning when he realised where he was. "What the hell is going on, how can I be inside of the Grey and not feel it at all?"
"Take a seat, Sol." The man raised his hand and gestured to the chair again. "Let us converse."
