"Is there anything else?" Aaaninja asked, his voice calm, measured, as though addressing no one at all.
"No, my Lord. I shall be here to retrieve you in three days," the subordinate replied, his form vanishing into nothingness as if he had never existed.
"You are very patient. I will give you that," Aaaninja's voice echoed through the air, lingering in the still space like a gentle wind across a silent landscape. Everywhere remained utterly quiet, as though the planet itself held its breath, allowing only the sound of his words to exist. For a fleeting moment, it almost appeared as though he had gone mad, speaking to himself amid the boundless silence.
"I despise it when people are caught yet act as if nothing has changed," he murmured again, his head turning ever so slightly. His eyes, like twin rainbow clocks, forever marking the passage of time, fixed on a distant point in the void of space, observing some unseen event.
