"How kind of you, but there's a catch, right?" I said indifferently, my voice calm and unwavering, though my grip on the scythe tightened, the weight of it grounding me in this moment. My fingers wrapped around the cold handle, feeling the slight hum of power that coursed through the blade, ready for whatever came next. I could feel the world around me shift with each word, the air growing heavier as his words drew closer.
"Hmm, you could say there is," he responded smoothly, his voice laced with an unnerving calmness, as though this was all part of his plan. "But you will need to go yourself and find out. After all, it's your dream, right?"
His words hung in the air, the weight of them almost suffocating. The space between us seemed to stretch and bend as he spoke, a ripple of power washing over me like a dark tide. So this was the game.
