The speaker was Javier Sinclair.
His voice was deep, yet his tone was utterly calm, without a single ripple of emotion. To him, attacking Empyria seemed as trivial as sipping tea.
Perhaps startled by the new voice, the presence in the void paused, sounding bewildered.
"You... Who are you?"
"What's going on? Why is this aura a complete void? I cannot see your face, nor can I pinpoint your location. It's as if you're everywhere at once. This is impossible."
The moment he finished speaking,
Javier Sinclair's voice rang out once more.
"Do all of you from Empyria have such poor memories? You just said you were going to The Demon Realm to demand an explanation. Have you forgotten already? Oh, right, you also said you'd 'remembered' my son. Excellent. I've remembered you, too."
As Javier Sinclair's words faded,
the voice from the void went silent for a moment, as if choked. When it spoke again, however, its pitch had risen sharply.
"You... It's you..."
