"You misunderstand, great King of the Dead," Lancelot shook his head, "I come from a... different world where the deeds of gods exist only within religious stories, and though people do pray, they have never received a reply. To close a portal leading to the Abyssal Plane, I had no choice but to leave my homeland and embark on a journey with no return, which is why you have never heard of my past."
"I see," the silver mask nodded, "Miss Elizabeth has informed me of your purpose in the Domain of the Vague. You are looking for Barrend Frostbeard, a dwarf who believes in Moradin. He was killed on the first layer of the Abyssal Plane, Pazunia, yesterday, wasn't he?"
"Yes!" Bruto immediately answered, "But just now, Kalalin cast a Prophecy Magic, saying that my old man's soul has never reached this plane... What could have gone wrong?"
"Let me see." The glowing eyes on the silver mask dimmed temporarily, "Huh..."
