In the center of the infinite diamond plain stood a simple white gazebo. Inside the gazebo sat two figures at a small crystal table.
One was the Avatar of Ascalon, looking exactly as he had in the lower realm. His silver hair floated perfectly, and his white tunic remained spotless.
The other figure was a tall, incredibly gaunt man wearing a tattered black cloak. His face was entirely hidden in the shadows of his hood, but his pale, skeletal hands rested casually on the table. He was casually sipping a cup of dark tea.
It was the Primus of Death. The ancient entity who had originally given Adonis the mission to fix lower firmaments.
"You took your absolute time, Adonis," the Primus of Death chuckled.
"We have been waiting for over an hour."
Adonis stopped walking. His violet eyes locked onto the skeletal figure.
"Primus, You are sitting at the same table as the thief," Adonis stated coldly.
His voice held no surprise, only a deep, terrifying promise of violence.
