""You've come. Some time ago, I sensed that the Dark Realm had welcomed a new master, and thought you'd come immediately, but it's taken you quite a while."
A voice came from behind.
Sìxiàng stood still, but its head rotated one hundred eighty degrees to look behind, only to be shocked to find that the staircase it had ascended had disappeared at some point.
There was nothing left but a grey, endless void.
The voice came again from behind, "By inheriting the legacy of the Dark Realm, you will shoulder a history of enmity. It's not too late to regret it now."
Sìxiàng turned its head back; behind it was still void, and it realized that as it turned, the voice always seemed to come from behind it.
After a moment of silence, Sìxiàng said, "Are you talking about those monsters imprisoned here as my enemies?"
That voice seemed to be amused by Sìxiàng's question, letting out a light laugh, "They are nothing, at most just some little toys locked away here."