"Yeah." Grey replied with a tilt of his head. His heart palpitated with a strange, ominous danger, he knew that whatever he was facing now was not something his current state could handle.
From the voice alone, he could discern that it was unlikely to hold any goodwill toward "Outsiders" like him.
"Sigh." He could smell trouble from a mile away. His fingers instinctively tightened around the "world fragment."
"Outsider, you are not allowed to have the fragments of my world." The voice spoke coldly, its tone ethereal.
The space around him shattered, enclosing him in a suffocating prison with almost no escape.
Grey, caught in the midst of it all, felt his body being torn apart. It was as if the world itself was rejecting him.
"Why am I not allowed to have it?" Grey asked with a gulp.
"Don't ask me why. You are an outsider from another space, how dare you even cast your desire upon my creation!" The voice thundered straight through his soul.
