Skullius couldn't believe his eyes. Was this truly happening?
Was this the end that was promised to him by the Doom Factor?
Then why didn't VOW say something? Maybe he would have taken more risks and... maybe not. That would have gotten him killed a lot sooner, and perhaps he'd end up here anyway.
Or perhaps he would end up somewhere else entirely.
A place of rest from his centuries upon centuries of untiresome work.
But no.
He was here, facing his summoner with a gloom that transcended the borders of life and death.
As if this wasn't enough, an image bloomed behind the cackling figure of Somanda. It appeared like a colourisation of the darkness into a ginormous hall that stretched further than his vision could make out.
It was dim, lit only by the occasional skull plastered on the wall that held a bright green flame in its sockets, illuminating the space where Skullius could see solid materials layered in blocks to make up the entire hall.
Ice!
