The air in the desolate expanse shimmered faintly. A slow, creeping silence stretched across the cracked ground, broken only by the faint hum of energy that pulsed like a heartbeat beneath the surface of the world.
Standing at the center of it all was Zermon, his long cloak swaying gently despite the absence of wind, his sharp eyes fixed ahead as though he were watching something beyond ordinary sight.
Opposite him, leaning lazily against a fractured pillar of black stone, stood Nero Void, his white hair glinting faintly under the dim glow of the sky, his expression carrying that same unsettling grin that never quite reached his eyes.
Zermon exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his arm as he finally spoke, his voice calm yet laced with a deep, calculating undertone.
"So… you've seen him up close," he began, his gaze shifting toward Nero without fully turning his head.
