After revealing his true character, Invidia turned around and walked toward the window again. Diana glanced at the straps of leather pinning her hands to the armchairs. She tried to loosen it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Ah, they're here," Invidia said with a grin. Diana could see the left side of his face. His grin almost reached his ear, but it quickly crumbled into a frown. "Who… This presence…"
Diana felt it too. A strange and unfamiliar presence appeared inside this realm. It wasn't Arthur, but someone else. The presence made her feel cold, isolated, and alone. It was like a black hole, devouring anything near it.
"Where is he?!" Invidia shouted before he turned toward her. He bolted toward her and pulled her hair back. Diana refused to wince in pain. "This isn't the creator. Where the fuck is he?!"
