Lunareio's consciousness stirred, his body no longer heavy with the weight of Lilith's warmth or the plush velvet of his chambers. Instead, he felt… weightless.
His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself hovering in an endless expanse of star-dusted void.
Nebulae swirled in the distance, their colors bleeding into one another like spilled ink—crimson, violet, sapphire.
The silence was deafening, yet serene.
"What the…?" he muttered, his voice echoing faintly in the vacuum. "How the hell did I end up in space?"
He twisted his body, or what he assumed was his body, expecting to see his familiar robes or the glow of his celestial tongue.
Instead, he was translucent, a shimmering silhouette of silver and blue, his essence pulsing like a star.
His brows—or the spectral equivalent—furrowed.
"Alright, this is new. And not the fun kind of new."
Suddenly, a resonant voice boomed within his mind. It was Guardian.
『I'm surprised you still get surprised, host.』
