The options laid before him were far from clear, the mission carried a twisted purpose, and the road ahead was terrifyingly dark, yet Isiah knew with absolute certainty that he had to act.
He had already endured the terrifying void of oblivion before his reincarnation, and this burning realm was nothing like that hollow nonexistence.
In oblivion, he had felt no physical agony. He hadn't even possessed active senses. He had simply been surrounded by absolute, suffocating darkness, to the point where he felt completely formless and unshaped.
Here, every square inch of the landscape screamed with horror. He could perceive everything around him, move his limbs, and even project his voice into the vast emptiness.
Isiah still could not fathom what was being demanded of him. After shocking him by addressing him with his true original name, the entity had fallen completely silent.
