It was the usual, bratty voice that Lucivar had grown accustomed to.
Just hearing it alone annoyed him, but at this moment, that voice was salvation.
He was finally able to defeat that creature and came back to reality.
Compared to the Anvil of Sutekh, which promotes pain that forged his entire body into a blade, the trial Tamtu gave him was worse, in his opinion. Sure, it was quite simple to complete—he was only required to kill the monster that was attracted to him.
But the Primordial Sea is depressing.
An endless sea as far as the eyes can see, filled with the unknown that intrudes the heart with dread.
He wasn't surprised that Sirrush expected him to be depressed.
In the full face of such isolation from the normal environment, people could easily go mad.
Anyone who doesn't have anything to cling to will lose their mind in a heartbeat.
Soon enough, nothing would matter in that realm.
