Let's go

Strax sighed, rubbing his face as he tried to process everything.

"Now we have the real scenario," he muttered to himself, attempting to clear his mind and piece together this colossal puzzle.

He raised his sword in front of his eyes, watching the black blade pulse with an almost living energy. "The sword... it's the key to everything. Nyx's primordial power is sealed within it. This means that the absolute darkness enveloped the Spiritual Realm to prevent any spirit from escaping."

He then looked at Ouroboros. "Did you know about this?"

The dragoness crossed her arms, frowning. "No. We were defeated before this plan even existed. When we were sealed, we were already unconscious. We never knew the details of what happened afterward."

"But, thinking about it..." She paused, narrowing her eyes at the blade. "It makes sense."

"How so?" Strax raised an eyebrow.