Gramorn continued walking slowly, disappearing into the darkness that seemed to engulf everything around him. The absolute emptiness of the place overwhelmed Victor's senses, making him wonder if he was actually conscious or trapped in some kind of endless nightmare.
"Gramorn, wait!" Victor tried to shout, but his voice came out as a desperate whisper. "I need answers. I can't just..."
Before Victor could finish his sentence, everything around him began to fade. The oppressive emptiness gave way to a feeling of lightness, and Victor felt his body being pulled, as if he were being sucked into an invisible vortex. He tried to fight the feeling, but it was useless. His senses began to fade, and the last thing he heard was the distant echo of Gramorn's cold voice: "Do not worry, dear Herald. The answers will come in time."
