The silence was filled with a faint, droning buzzing.
Like static.
Nero knew it was perhaps just his imagination trying to fill the darkness.
But it was still rather annoying nonetheless.
Here he was, face to face with two humans that had the power to condemn him to death instantly should they wish.
To have his agency completely stripped away from him if they desired to.
It was not a comfortable feeling whatsoever.
And because he couldn't see either of their faces, it only made the entire situation even worse.
Nero sighed internally.
'How did I even get in this mess?'
The man wearing the red armor suddenly spoke,
"Child, do not be fearful. What is your name?"
He had not noticed it the night before, but his voice, very unlike that of the Templars of the Crimson Crucible had a rather aged flavor to it, which told Nero the face behind the armor certainly did not match the build he was seeing.
