The pitch blackness shifted into a vast, brightly lit wasteland.
"Hm?" A wrinkled aged man with white beards stretching to his knees stared around in confusion. He had been heading straight toward Zephyrion's mind when an overwhelming force suddenly dragged him here.
The aged man had seen his fair share of mindscapes during his lifetime and was certain none looked like this. No orbiting runes, no endless darkness. Just a barren wasteland.
Just… what in the world was going on?
"Sigh!"
The man froze at the sudden voice. A voice… here?
He spun around.
Seated at the edge of a cliff was a barely clothed man. His legs swung idly through the empty air like a child's while a gloomy, deeply aggrieved expression rested on his face.
