70 The Talkative Demon

It had been twenty-four hours since I had been here in a place where I expected to be with the third person who was destined to fight me. A weird and scary place, because of the prevailing silence and emptiness. Though I was used to living in silence, I felt something odd there. It was the emptiness, and I was scared for so many reasons. It had been two days of being here, in a place where there wasn't even a tiny ant, not even an air bubble, and I was curious if I could breathe.

A question, "How did I get here?" was messing my mind. I only remembered that I was trying to teleport to the place of the third person who I needed to kill in order to get rid of the curse, and I brought myself here. I seemed to fail in controlling myself from transporting, and it brought me into nothingness. There were only three words I could say: I WAS LOST, and I didn't know how to get back to the real world.

Right there, I realized: it was my mistake. I was thinking about the void while teleporting. At t