Within Merciless subjective reality.
A place he could mold to his will, a new corridor inside a mansion-like extension was shrouded in shadow, the atmosphere heavy with a sense of anticipation and dread.
Substance and Anastasia, the two closest to him, whispered in the dim light, their voices filled with apprehension. The towering arches and dark marble floors added to the overwhelming sense of isolation, creating a suffocating tension in the air.
Anastasia broke the silence, her voice fragile as it echoed softly.
"How long has it been, Suby... since the master went into Yanman?"
Substance's eyes flickered with concern, her golden hair casting a faint glow in the otherwise dark hallway. Her gaze was fixed ahead, as though willing the door to open and reveal their master. She sighed, her voice reflecting the burden she carried, she really wanted to see her master again, each day that past felt like a never-ending eternity for her.
But she responded nonetheless.
