"Vexarion Aurendor—"
An ecstatic, crazily chilly voice was heard.
"Are you ready for our duel?"
Hearing those words, Vexarion froze, his molten veins faintly glowing in the dark land until finally—
He decided to move and look where the voice was coming from. At the same time, a surge of gold light flared around him as he raised his hand, cutting through the dark, gloomy atmosphere.
The glow pushed the darkness back, just enough for him to see her.
Sharnoth Nocthys.
The woman stood barefoot upon nothing, her long grey hair floating gently as if the air itself moved for her. Her crimson eyes gleamed brightly—unnaturally brightly—and that grin… that wide, stretched-out grin of excitement that pretty much distorted her face…
It… it froze his blood.
"Sharnoth…"
Vexarion called out in a low, uneasy voice.
For some reason, as he stared at the woman in front of him, something did not feel right. Something felt… different.
He just… couldn't point it out.
"What is this place?"
