"Lead the way."
Phobe tried to gather some courage to meet the noble Lord, he could refuse but it was of no use because the man was standing before him took the liberty of being the 'angel of death'. So, it was the best to follow the man, Phobe knew his decision would drag him into the lion's den but he had to give it a try.
[ Somewhere in another dimension ]
A man was sitting on a throne, with a long stem wine glass in his hand filled with some red liquor, he was devouring the taste comfortably without any disturbance, as the courtroom where he was seated seemed to be 'playing' the deadliest 'silent' music of grim reaper.