378 The Last Caleumbra

"You should know, darling, a woman doesn't like it when a man pries too much into her affairs."

Just as she said this, Asher's eyes widened as the room around him suddenly dissolved into an abyss, plunging him into a realm of inky darkness. 

His surroundings, once familiar and tangible, now became an endless void. Startled, he instinctively transformed into his Hellbringer form, expecting his power to break through the illusion.

"Huh…" Yet, despite his transformation, he remained trapped in the darkness. A sense of confusion surged within him as he realized his transformation made no difference in this illusionary prison.

But he calmly surveyed the engulfing blackness. His form, usually a beacon of terror and strength, now seemed inconsequential against the vast emptiness. 

He flexed his powerful muscles and unleashed a surge of energy, but the darkness absorbed it without a trace.