"If your life was a Novel, what would the title be, and how would your story end?"
Faced with countless eyeballs staring at him, Lux felt a pressure that he had only felt for the second time in his life.
The first time he felt it was when he was facing off against Daniel, and the illusionary image of a being that was even bigger than a planet.
Clearly, whoever was asking him this question was an existence that was just as powerful as the one that he had faced back in the Abyss.
Perhaps, getting a bit impatient that its question wasn't answered, the pressure Lux felt doubled, making him almost fall from the sky.
However, as if expecting something like that to happen, the air under his feet solidified, serving as a foothold for him to stand on.
The Half-Elf knew that if he didn't give an answer soon, the being pressuring him might just accidentally crush him, and end his life for the second time.