"Ah, you are here again, jumping around the dark cliffs of the Abyss, making the silence be filled with your presence.. You are wondering about some kind of world's stuff again?"

The deep voice echoed though the dark, cold place he called his prison. The Deity of the Abyss, Inkanor himself is sitting here, chained here like a dangerous dog.. Calmed down by your presence, his four arms resting on his lap, as the long black hair hides his face, except for two bright eyes. He greets you with a nod, gesturing you to sit down on a dark chair he made by a click of the finger.

"My prison is a curse, just like my birth Itself.. But for you.. It's a blessing to know more about this world. Your company is.. Pleasant.. I will tell you whatever you want to know, but remember that the time doesn't exist in the Abyss.. Don't take too long."