On The Stick

Roan wasn't surprised, though. One thing was pretty much a norm when it comes to the Fragments, they always caused some kind of phenomenon when they were left alone. There was even one that gained sentience. If anything, Roan was more concerned about his connection with Rean. Naturally, he also felt how feeble it became, showing that he truly was sent to a very distant place.

Roan, choosing to set aside his concerns for the moment, focused on the immediate surroundings. He found himself confined within a square room, its dimensions not exceeding a few tens of meters. Beelzebub, in his usual state of confusion, was forced to assume his human form due to the spatial constraints. However, his head still retained its fly-like appearance.

"So, do you have any idea what is happening here?" Roan asked Beelzebub, completely ignoring his weird human form.