The familiar voice belonged to Igor.
Kuren couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He felt that all of this was a delusion, something occurring as he journeyed towards the Eternal Tranquility Realm.
How could Igor be here? It's impossible!
But the voice was undoubtedly Igor's; there was no question about it.
"He isolated us because he fears us."
Kuren heard Igor's voice again.
Am I imagining this? Something isn't right! Kuren, unwilling to believe the present situation, began to mutter to himself while wielding his knife, splitting another Death Knight in front of him in two.
"It's not imagined. It's reality," Igor's voice sounded again, unruffled and full of youthful vigor.
"Huh?" Kuren didn't know whether to be glad or astonished; he was torn.
What's going on? A perplexed Kuren still felt something was off. Frankly, he preferred to believe he was imagining it.
Yet Igor's voice echoed intermittently, making it hard for Kuren to accept.
