Ardashir

“Life is fair,” That painfully familiar smooth voice meets your ears and as you lift your head you find him turning around.

All around you, you find yourself…alone. Alone with only the mysterious Sarkazian man who you thought was an ally. One who clearly knows more than he was letting on. One who had drawn you into this odd space between all others. A separate plane? You aren’t sure. Amidst the unending white fog you find yourself standing upon the wreckage of stone ruins. Stairs, a broken long platform, towering broken pillars…

“I only performed the despicable theft of lives from those I held dear,” his voice is sweet, soothing even, like a trap even as he looks at you and treats you so delicately, with so much adoration, “for the cruel torture of my own longevity.”

In the odd space of floating islands, ruins, and debris all in black amidst the foggy white his eyes meet yours. A small smile pulls at his lips as he lifts a hand and stretches it out to you. Behind him and at his side the single pop of color flutters as if shaken by a breeze, red maple leaves rustling as his fingers beckon longingly, “O, the final lord I served… come back to us.”

To find yourself here. Bereft of it all. Perlica and Chen nowhere in sight. Only you and the man supposedly known as Ardashir. His form so far away and yet…your vision narrows to that single offered hand.