"Our... lord?"
Seline mumbled the words, her voice barely above a whisper. The echoes of that layered, hollow voice still reverberated through her bones, an unnatural resonance that made her skin crawl. There was no warmth, no presence of life in that voice—only a cold, unfeeling proclamation, as if spoken by something that had long abandoned the concept of humanity.
A shiver ran down her spine.
Her breath hitched as she took a hesitant step forward, glancing around the endless void surrounding her. Despite the overwhelming darkness, she could still walk. The ground beneath her feet was firm, yet it felt like stepping across something unreal—something that only existed as long as she believed it did. There was no wind, no sky, no scent. Nothing but a vast, suffocating abyss that stretched in all directions.
