The dark elf in front of him appeared haggard and worn—his clothes were torn, his face pale, and his crimson eyes bloodshot. It looked like he had crawled through hell and barely made it out. But there was no mistaking it.
"Talaro…" Emery whispered, fists tightening.
The very same Khaos champion he had narrowly escaped in the Eternal Void nearly a year ago. To meet him again—here, in the belly of the Leviathan—was beyond improbable. Unless, of course… it wasn't a coincidence at all.
"He must be the one luring me here... the voice," Emery muttered under his breath, tense and prepared for any sudden movement from the ruthless dark elf.
Talaro looked just as stunned to see Emery, though his reaction carried an eerie, manic joy. A crooked grin split across his face as a chuckle bubbled from his throat. "Heh... hahaha... You look a little different... but it's you. It's really you. I'm not imagining things... Good. This is perfect!"
