Huff!
I could hear my breathing in this dark, silent world, but what made it worse was the unnatural chill. I felt cold—unusually cold.
And then came the whispers.
There were too many of them, so I couldn't understand what they were saying.
"This is different," I couldn't help but mutter while observing my surroundings.
The Abyss was similar, but with a slight difference—the crackling sound of lightning and the feeling of despair one could never shake off. But here, I couldn't feel anything.
I felt empty...
"That's because this is the Void. A world where nothing can exist," a familiar cold voice rang from the left, drawing my attention.
My eyes flickered with surprise upon seeing the familiar figure of the Abyss approaching. A trail of blood moved ahead of him as he approached, leaving me slightly puzzled.
'If my memories are correct, the last thing I did was hold the Devil Grimoire. So how am I here with the Abyss?'
