Reappearing in the familiar grandeur of his throne room, Argon exhales softly, feeling the residual energy from his encounter still buzzing through his veins. The silence of the expansive chamber envelops him, a stark contrast to the electric atmosphere of Machina Dominium. He steps forward, his footfalls echoing off the ornate walls, as he resumes his place upon the throne, the seat molding to his form with a comforting familiarity.
No sooner does he settle than the system's voice, ever devoid of emotion, fills the space. "Do you want to pay another one million soul coins, Host, to visit another the other worlds?"