"Welcome, Alias. I have been waiting for you."
The voice was smooth and soft, feeling less like a sound and more like a whisper directly to his soul. The formless presence before him shifted, a kaleidoscope of brilliance that hurt to look at, yet he couldn't turn away.
Alias? The name echoed in his mind, sparking a flicker of confusion that cut through his awe. He wasn't Alias. He was Julian—or at least, that was the name he had claimed in this life. Before that, he had been Jowoon. So who was Alias? And this light... Was it truly the God of Light that the Church worshiped with such terrifying zeal?
"All your questions will be answered," the light said.
Julian's breath hitched. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he realized that just like in the dark void with the Fallen God, his mind was an open book here. This being wasn't waiting for him to speak; it was simply reaching into him and pulling out his confusion.
