Chapter 72: Rewards II Trial
Mictlantecuhtli let out a brief sigh as he stared into the infinite void that overwhelmed him. Up was black, down was the same, and the only difference in the endless abyss was the single golden ray of light that shimmered faintly in the distance. It beckoned him, almost as if it held all the answers to the questions that had been plaguing him.
Taking a deep breath, Mictlantecuhtli began to walk, his skeletal feet barely making a sound against the shifting, cold surface beneath him. The ground felt like water, fluid yet solid enough to stand on, an impossible contradiction fitting for the Lord of the Dead. He moved closer to the portal, but before he could cross its threshold, a voice echoed from the darkness, halting him in his tracks.
**[Why did you let that runt kill you so easily?]**
