Van Dijk stood in silence for a moment, his crimson eyes narrowing as he processed the Gluttonous Death's words. The air in the cathedral was thick with tension, the weight of the Usurper's presence pressing down on them like a physical force. Finally, Van Dijk spoke, his voice low and measured. "Who is the one with the blindfold?" he asked, his tone sharp and demanding.
The Gluttonous Death tilted its head, its form shifting slightly as if amused by the question. "Ah, Alcide the Ruthless. He is but a client of ours. Why do you wish to know that?"
"Tell me where he is," Van Dijk said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
The Gluttonous Death chuckled, a sound that echoed unnaturally through the vast hall. "A, a, ah, my question needs to be answered first," it said, its tone mocking. "It is the proper way for a conversation."
