Vanitas glanced around the space. With Kafka nowhere to be seen, it was only then that he realized he was no longer inside Fyodor's base, but somewhere else entirely.
A space that resembled void matter. It was dark, with only faint, glittering particles scattered around, serving as the only source of light.
Seeing the man he had wanted to meet this whole time, Vanitas's first instinct was to grab him by the collar.
Surprisingly, his hand didn't phase through as he had expected. His fingers curled into Zen's collar, pulling him close as his eyes contorted into a murderous glare.
"Explain yourself."
——Whoa. Easy there…
If looks could kill, that would have been enough.
"What the fuck did you do?"
The reason for Vanitas's anger was simple. Archmage Zen had placed him in this predicament. His failure to kill Araxys and the fact that history claimed he had survived that encounter, gravely injured before going into hiding, only made it worse.
Where did he go after that?
