Pantheon could hear the loneliness in his voice. Genuine.
Maybe R wasn't planning to kill them after all. Not yet.
(Do you know how to escape this place?)
R smiled. "Yes, I do. But it will only work if both of you grow stronger. The energy needed to break out of this place is huge—much more than either of you have now."
(Can you help us, Senior? You're strong enough… right?)
Shaking his head, R let out a short breath. "This place was built to hold me. Anything tied to my power would just makes it stronger. If you want out, you'll have to earn it yourselves."
Pantheon paused, thinking. The entire place was made of bones, and the only energy around was thick with bloodlust and death.
Taking in that energy would drive them mad—turning them into beasts fast
It was even a miracle that someone could remain so calm in this place for an extended period of time.
Maybe the evil inside R ran so deep that this kind of environment felt no different than breathing.
