***

You sit alone in your room. What L'Neeri said he was going to do sounded pretty cool.

You clasp your hands together in front of your chest, unsure of how to contact Tyrr'olni'nel'mul. You don't know what to expect when you contact him.

You close your eyes, meditating in a way on your stiff bed. You sink slowly into a calm, sleepy state. Your mind is quiet, your breathing slow, and you feel weightless.

After an unknown amount of time, you hear a voice.

"Nova."

You open your eyes.

An endless, flat white plain stretches to the end of your vision. You sit on a hard floor of indistinguishable temperature, a floor so white it is nigh impossible to tell where it ends and the sky begins. A few feet away, stands a pale throne. And on it, sits your patron.

Tyrr'onli'nel'mul lounges in a tried manner. His long, slender, and somewhat malformed legs lay over the left armrest, with his faceless head over the right. His unnaturally long arms loll over his chest and onto the floor. He turns his eyeless gaze to you, his mount no longer grinning as you remember.

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"Nova, my Branded One, there are many secrets to this world that you, nor I, understand." His mouth doesn't move as he speaks. "I have done extensive analysis of your soul and my friend's, and the answer to my burning question is now surrounded by more elusive, burning questions. Why do the two of you, have the same soul?!" he roars, throwing his arms into the air in frustration.

You cringe back at his outburst, and you feel your Brand along your left arm and neck itch and burn with him.

"What does this mean?" He asks, calming himself slightly.

"I... I met this strange man down in the underworld... He said that me and my friend L'Neeri--" you say slowly, trying to bother or provoke him.

"Have the same soul." He finishes. "Yes, I was watching."

He suddenly appears a few feet away from his throne, pacing.

"His name, clothing, and manner are unlike any from this world. Yes, he is the one who broke the seal."

"But why would he break it?" You ask curiously.

"It eludes me. My friend and I originally expected him to release the evil imprisoned here, but when he failed to do that..." He suddenly whips his faceless head to look at you, "Nova, I need you to keep a close eye on this Sero man. We must discover his intentions on this world."

You nod quickly, slightly afraid of what might happen if you refuse.

"Now, shoo," he waves his right hand in a dismissive manner, suddenly appearing back on his throne, "I have to dig deeper."

***

You awaken to the setting sun.