"The ... Time ... It's ... Time... The .... Time ... Is ... Finally here ..." A strange, almost deranged voice echoed in Ossa's mind world.
The latter was chained up to a tree made of bones, its trunk formed from the vertebral column of beasts, its leaves, skulls of numerous creatures, and its branches formed by the huge radius and ulna of unknown beings, a few slightly resembling those of humans.
The roots, which held the tree to the abyss, were a cluster of femurs and other leg bones, the phalanges serving as the root hairs, digging deep into the abyss, reaching too far for the eye to follow.
Ossa's astral body was held together by green fiery chains, firmly binding him to the bony tree.
Despite being in such a state, his expression was strange—not one of distress, frustration, or even anger but one of indifference.
His gaze fixed on another figure in the dark void, a black silhouette from whom the strange sound echoed.
