Adonis and Millia went inside.
However...
T he golden radiance of the Cube did not lead to a sanctuary. Instead, it expanded into a cold, clinical void that snatched the air from Adonis's lungs.
The sensation of his Chaos Physique, the weight of his crown, and the warmth of Millia's hand vanished.
He opened his eyes to the harsh, flickering blue light of a monitor.
The smell of tomb-dust was replaced by the cloying scent of stale coffee and wind from overtaxed cooling fans.
He was no longer Adonis Kingsbane; he was Liam.
He was hunched over a desk at Artemis Games, his back screaming in protest, his eyes stinging behind square-shaped glasses.
The clock on the screen mocked him: 12:30 AM.
"I am finished, aren't I?" he heard his own voice croak, sounding very pathetic compared to the roar of the Dragon King.
Just then, the door to the studio creaked open.
Theodore walked in, but in this nightmare,
