You slowly awaken to an unfamiliar auroma of angelic halo in the air, it wasn’t death but the room you were in was mirrored. A long table is stretched out before you with demonic henchmen residing at it. Toward the end of this mighty table? Sat its leader on a stone throne.

“Finally you’re awake. I’d assume my lackies didn’t hit you too hard?” A smile of smugness crossing Ob Nixilis’s face.

“You know why you’re here…don’t you? Or must i elaborate more?”