The world was awash in darkness, a deep, suffocating onyx blanket spread across the chamber, the blue torches snuffed out.
A tall metallic statue of a titanic woman stood in the center of the chamber, still and unmoving. Her hair was long, flowing like something organic, and twin orbs of darkness so deep they sucked in the surroundings.
The woman was obviously Savior, and around her paced a man… albeit smaller in height. Leonidas was thinking, mind moving through everything of importance.
There was the fact that he still didn't know the origin of the Sanctum, the lack of information surrounding Savior and her abilities, and most importantly, the damned wave that had separated him from Willow.
Not that he cared about Willow, he absolutely didn't, it was just… inconvenient. Yes, traveling through a death-filled Realm of Madness alone wasn't ideal.
