"Oh? You must be the newest addition to the collection."
Krozak stiffened, his sharp eyes darting around, searching for the source of the voice. The space around him was vast yet eerily silent, a void stretching endlessly in all directions.
"Hey, kid. Behind you."
Krozak spun around instantly, his instincts flaring. His gaze landed on a man lounging casually against a sleek, black throne. He had jet-black hair, crimson eyes that gleamed like freshly spilled blood, and a smirk that sent a chill straight down Krozak's spine.
The man leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Abyssborn Ravager, huh? Damn rare to see one up close. Too bad this might just be the end of your species."
Krozak's fists clenched. "Where is this place?" he demanded, his voice edged with tension. "And what do you mean, 'end of my species'? There are still more of us out there!"
