Chapter 130 : The true story has just begun
In a realm that defied the boundaries of life and death, a place between reality and oblivion, seven figures gathered in a circle. It was a void of eternal darkness, an in-between space where time held no sway and existence was a mere whisper against the black canvas of nothingness. Their forms were obscured, indistinct against the abyss, but their eyes—each set aglow with unique, intricate patterns—pierced the darkness like haunting, otherworldly lanterns.
A sudden, mocking laugh broke the silence, echoing through the endless void. One of the figures, whose eyes were a swirling, chaotic dance of jagged lines, spoke with a voice dripping with disdain. "I heard that Acedia failed the task the Lord assigned to him," the figure sneered, the contempt in his tone palpable.