Goodbye

"How long…?"

These words reverberated in the deep.

"How long have you been waiting here?" As these words escaped Legris' charred lips, he gazed at the one before him.

"Answer me… Neron."

Neron stood before Legris, both of them in the dark.

As Legris sat on this gnarled throne, he trembled. His eyes flickered, and his teeth were clenched.

This was perhaps due to his rage… or fear—perhaps both.

"Time doesn't particularly exist here. It's a concept foreign to your Limbo…"

Neron wasn't wrong.

This was precisely why Legris had managed to evade Neron and his seemingly invincible power throughout their conflict with each other.

Neron could not truly kill Legris… at least, not until he finally found this place.

"I'm not afraid of you." Legris spoke up, but his expression betrayed those words.

Being in the presence of the Singularity, despite being in his domain, made Legris lose any semblance of confidence.