The world didn't just go dark; it ceased to exist. One moment, Kenchi was standing on a sunlit street, surrounded by his new, temporary army. The next, he was floating in an endless, silent, and absolute blackness. The ground was gone, the sky was gone, his army of elves was gone.
'What the hell is this?!' he thought, his professional calm finally shattering. 'An illusion? A barrier? No… it's something else.' He couldn't feel his own power, couldn't feel the mana in the air. He was completely cut off, a man screaming in a soundproof room.
Then he saw the eyes.
Two pinpricks of purple starlight, burning in the infinite darkness. They were everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Welcome to my house," Nox's voice echoed, not in his ears, but directly in his mind. The voice was not human; it was the cold, flat pronouncement of a god.
Kenchi spun around, his massive axe held ready, but there was nothing to see, nothing to fight. He was alone with the voice and the eyes.
