In the space dominated by deep darkness, only a single light existed.

A golden flame burned quietly, surrounding the area, but even that light seemed infinitely small in front of the endless darkness.

The light flickered from a candlestick on a round table that looked like it was made of white marble.

Around the round table, positioned at the edge of time and space, were nine seats, placed at equal intervals, each with a golden candlestick in front.

The man of the lamp was sitting in one of those seats.

His face was still obscured by a writhing mist, but …