The War Begins (5)
August's vision was filled with white. Other than his body and the person before him, everything in his surroundings was white. It was hard for him to even tell whether he was on the ground or floating. The space was just like the Infinite Space but with white colour.
Wiggling his body, he found it strongly bound to the cross. He sighed in resignment, knowing full well he would never be able to free himself.
Finally, he looked up at the person who was responsible for his predicament.
"What do you want, kid?"
"The story about the past," Basil answered without skipping a beat.
August scoffed. "Hmph! Just kill me already. Knowing about the past won't give you any benefit whatsoever. Don't play with me!"
"You seem to have forgotten about your position. I have every right to play with you, August."