There was complete, absolute silence.
Even the screaming from the mist seemed to fade at that moment.
Judgment stepped forward—that strange, impossible-to-remember figure. When she spoke, her voice was layered, as if multiple entities were speaking through one throat, each word carrying weight that pressed against Northern's eardrums.
"You would challenge the will of El Fach? The design of the Constellation of Awakening?"
Northern met her gaze without flinching.
'Here we go.'
"If El Fach wanted to stop me, they should've done it themselves instead of hiding behind automated defense systems and well-meaning pacifists."
He turned toward the door.
"Now, if you'll excuse me—I have a nature to fight."
Northern stepped through the doorway.
The red mist surged toward him like a living thing, sensing violence in his soul, ready to trap him in his own worst moment, to make him another eternal prisoner screaming into the void for eternity.
'How dramatic.'
It touched his skin—
