At the next instant, Lancelot found himself regaining control of his body and then became intimately acquainted with the cold ground. He shook his head and got up from the ground, only to discover a familiar figure standing before him.
"Tijana? What are you doing here?"
"That's exactly what I want to ask you. Look around, how did you get here?"
At her words, Lancelot turned his head to survey the surrounding environment. He found himself in a long corridor, with walls lined with various portraits...
Wait, those weren't paintings. Right behind him on the wall, Bruto, Kalalin, Acheron... the ethereal silhouettes of his companions were all there, looking like corpses submerged at the bottom of water, still in the poses they had when they encountered the Abyssal Lord. And right behind him was an obvious blank space, evidently the spot he had just occupied.
