Soul-Devouring Oblivion

It was an infinite darkness.

No matter how far one went, there was no end

No matter how long one waited, there was no dawn.

There was one spot, where there was light.

A humanoid figure that floated within the darkness—Only there.

'…what? Why am I here?'

Arthur recognized this place.

He had been dragged here multiple times throughout his life, always without warning or explanation.

Even now, he didn't know where this place was or why it kept pulling him in.

As that thought crossed his mind, a voice called out from behind him.

[Master.]

"?!"

The voice was peculiar, distorted with static. Its tone was androgynous, making it impossible to discern whether it belonged to a man or a woman.

But Arthur knew exactly who it was.

He spun around, his gaze locking onto a silhouette standing in the darkness.