"Since you'll be dying here as well… along with your sister."
Jeremy's smile twisted into something darker.
"But that isn't important right now." He sounded almost amused. "Now then, what was I saying again? Ahh, right… about how I owe you all some explanations."
He turned back toward Alden, the smile on his face widening further.
"You see, Alden… long, long ago, in another world, there was a tyrant who exploited people of a certain kind, treating them as nothing more than slaves."
His tone remained calm and steady.
"Among those slaves was a particular young boy with dreams of his own. That tyrant believed he could control countless worlds using the unique ability of their kind, the power to enter worlds regardless of their restrictions. So he scattered those people across different worlds, forcing them to grow stronger. That way, once those worlds became capable of accepting outsiders, he would already possess forces hidden within them."
Jeremy's eyes darkened slightly.
