"Fuck! Why can't I escape from you all even now? I am no longer the one you want me to be, nor ever was. It was always you who tried to mold me into something you wanted."
The voice spoke clearly and reflected Ethan's emotions. And yet, it seemed to have made no difference.
Ethan stood in a void of pure darkness. The silence was suffocating, yet he remained still, his senses sharp.
Then, a soft voice called out to him.
Turning, he found a woman standing there, her red hair cascading down her back in waves.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she took a step closer, placing a delicate hand on his arm. Her touch was light, teasing, as if she had every right to stand so close to him.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. The kind of beauty that could topple kingdoms.
"You've been away too long. Since you are the emperor, you must take responsibility for your people. It is time for you to come back."
She murmured, her voice smooth and sweet.
