บท 172: Radiant Hope

--So cold, he thought. 

Walking through the darkness seeping through the many walls of the abyssal palace, bringing one foot in front of the other as each step felt as if it may be his last, he let out a huff of cold air through his lips. 

--Where am I? I...I don't remember anything, he tried to recall. 

Standing in the nooks of this grandiose, somber hall were thrones; far too large for anybody to sit in, formed of blackened, silver metal. It was vague as if he could not see them but instead simply felt their presence--shadowy entities sat upon these thrones, watching him with their disembodied gazes as he lumbered forward, limping.