The pitch-black void slowly faded away.
A cave came into view, seen through the eyes of the millipede.
There were no memories of days past, no fragments of its hunt or its life. Instead, Aren's consciousness was dragged straight into a single, specific moment. In the darkness of the cave, three figures floated at a distance.
Elton stood there, wings folded. Beside her was another angel, silent and still. And before them all stood a man shrouded entirely in pitch-black darkness.
He had no visible features. No face. No shape beyond a vague humanoid outline. Just pure darkness.
When he spoke, his voice reverberated through the cave, and with each word, the temperature dropped.
"Have you gotten rid of him?" the figure asked.
Elton immediately bowed her head.
The dark figure frowned.
"We cannot allow his presence here," he said coldly. "If you do not remember, he is a threat to the structure of the trials we have created. You must end his life."
