Despite the fear and madness trying to devour him, Alexander stepped forward. He had made a promise to protect those within his reach; for that promise, that wish, he would never back down.
The being above the red sky was something beyond words, beyond understanding, beyond everything, but Alexander was determined to protect everyone. It didn't matter if it was a God or an Overlord, he would stand before them to save everyone within his reach.
Alexander's legs trembled. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run. His aura mantle flickered violently. Facing the being above the sky, reality itself seemed to be bending into something distorted.
The whispers seemed to be growing louder. The sound did not enter through his ears, but it seemed to be echoing endlessly in his mind.
They spoke in countless voices at once, voices that sounded ancient, sorrowful, joyous, furious, and utterly alien.
