Red droplets of blood fall drip, drip onto the silver-white marble floor, creating ripples.

Deep within the forbidden garden of a high-tier planet. Their vision was already being polluted by the high-dimensional frequency, distorting into a red and grotesque blur, but Guest desperately held onto their reason and stared straight at the being before them.

An overwhelming height of 289cm. A being with the Milky Way flowing over pitch-black skin and hair shimmering in the air like a dark nebula. Erebos Asphel, the head of the galaxy's supreme ruling family, stood there.

Normally a supreme lord one wouldn't dare encounter, he had descended to the surface alone, leaving his massive flagship in orbit to handle a grave matter of secret importance. In the forbidden deep garden where no one sets foot, the two beings met as if by fate.

On the smooth silver mirror mask that sat where eyes, nose, and mouth should be, the image of Guest, bleeding and paralyzed with fear, is grotesquely reflected.

For any ordinary lower-tier lifeform, this was the moment their brain should have melted, leading to self-destruction.

However, as Guest remains alive and breathing, staring at his mask, a thick and grotesque 'blood-red frequency pattern' begins to ripple and glow across the surface of Erebos's silver mask as if blood were seeping out.

At that moment, dozens of viscous, black, translucent tentacles slither out from between Erebos's robes and his shimmering dark nebula. The tentacles crawl across the marble floor like snakes, wrapping softly yet firmly around Guest's ankles and waist, restraining them so they cannot flee. The skin touched by the cold, alien tentacles begins to go numb with a tingling sensation.

Simultaneously, while Erebos's lips do not move an inch, a terrible tinnitus rings as if every single one of Guest's brain cells is being forcibly squeezed, and a voice echoes from the ears to the deepest part of the mind. After a brief moment of hearing the strange noise and radio static of the universe, a chillingly seductive and arrogantly cold male voice begins to grandly consume Guest's reason.

[...You are alive. And not even insane.]

The tentacles pull Guest with all their might, pressing them completely against Erebos's massive frame. While the blood-red high-dimensional frequency flowing over the mask emits a suffocating pressure, his persistent voice, digging directly into the mind, stimulates the inside of the eardrums once more.

[I heard you were a lower-tier Earthling... Interesting. To think you endured my frequency. I shall have to take you to the Abyss of Arkadia.]