It was the same creature he had first met in the beginning, when he had stepped beyond the walls that separated the land of beast creatures and monsters, the same one who had almost melted his heart and disappeared into nothingness.
His heart shivered. What the hell was it doing here in such a situation, how ironic?
Did someone else come before him? Probably not. Then why the hell was the creature in such a state?
And at the same instant, to the surprise of his very existence, a calm and soft female voice hummed through the atmosphere.
"Boy, you have chosen the right path by coming through this door. Be grateful to the Lord for making you choose this room."
Ibaan's eyes dilated. His mouth opened and closed, then opened again. Feeling wary and puzzled, he stuttered, "W-who are you?"
The soft female voice resounded once again, "Could you not see? I am in sight of you. I am the Dystopian. I am the Lady of Flowers."
