"Archibald…"
He didn't know why but he could hear his name.
This was the first time such a thing had happened since the day he gained access to the Innate Talent, Resurrection.
Perhaps it had something to do with the Daemon or maybe it was due to the location, either way, it was rather odd.
"Archibald…"
It was a ghostly whisper, seemingly far away while simultaneously being close.
Archibald didn't understand why it sounded so familiar… like a voice he hadn't heard in centuries.
Instinctively, he turned in the direction of the voice and then, 'opened' his eyes only to find himself standing in a ghostly realm with a snow covered landscape and towering ice pillars.
The sky was lit up by an apparition of the Nighteye and numerous overlapping Silent Veils which seemed to stretch for as far as his eyes could tell.
Entranced by the awe-inspiring sight, Archibald soon found himself jolted from it as he heard his name once again, this time closer than ever.