The mournful cry seemed to draw closer: "My child, Omebella, where are you?"
Hearing the name "Omebella," Lumian shuddered violently, snapping out of his fear-induced daze.
Who? Who is looking for Omebella? Why are they looking for Omebella?
As he wondered, Lumian noticed the surrounding area growing darker, with a sense of confinement and imprisonment.
He reached out, his hands brushing against a cold, hard "wall."
He pressed himself against it, trying to peer through its cracks.
The "wall" was pitch black but semi-transparent, and Lumian could faintly see the pale-white sky, the collapsed towers, and the shattered palaces.
He also saw Sharron, the temperance faction demigod dressed in a small bonnet and a Gothic dress, floating nearby. She extended her hand, summoning the Sword of Courage, now pale from erosion.