"Huh…? Where are we…?"
Neremoth questioned as he looked around with a confused look on his face.
This space seemed… strange.
Even though it did resemble the Outer Space, something felt different.
It was… dark.
And for the first time in his long life, he found this 'darkness' creepy. Other than the strange objects, everything here—even the Worlds—were dark. It was almost as if Light did not exist in this place.
What's worse?
He could no longer sense his connection to the Universe.
It was a discomforting feeling, and what strengthened this feeling even further was the fact that the Space Artifact that should have teleported him to his desired coordinate was not working.
According to it, the desired coordinate he set up… no longer existed.
It felt like the Artifact was brought out of its usage scope, and it wasn't a good feeling.
Something was wrong.
Neremoth could feel it.
The signs were bad—he… he might have fallen into a trap.