The one speaking to Alex had a voice foreign to anything he had ever heard in his life. And yet, at the same time, it felt so very familiar.
With the effects of the pressure lessened by a great degree, Alex slowly raised his head to look ahead at the patriarch.
The patriarch of the White Tiger stood still, frozen in his place, his eyes slightly widened at that moment.
Alex could see both surprise and fear in his eyes, but what took Alex's attention was instead something entirely different.
Before the patriarch, standing tall and proud, was a man with his back turned to Alex. His two hands were behind his back, as though the matter of this room were of no concern to him.
What confused Alex was that despite the man standing right in between him and the patriarch, he could somehow see both the man and the patriarch without any obstruction.
The man wasn't illusory or translucent as to make Alex see past him. No, he was wholly not real at all.
