*So bold this being Aeon. Bold yet foolish. The Dark Lord stood in icy silence as the artic winds of this realm blew harshly at Aeon, even from within the royal room. The powerful icy wind came from the gateway.....or rather that "hole in the wall" that Aeon had described. Set knew that Aeon had wraped Angel outside of this realm. Sad. The poor being, in his blind self-confidence, believed that he could open a gateway out of this place. Pity. Yes, Angel had walked through a gateway - but it simply led to another room within the gigantic Fortress. A room most unpleasant. Mean while, Aeon stood before Set, looking at horrible figure of black metal boldly. The Dark Lord's black holes of eyes did nothing but look down at this creation. After all, who was a creation to a creator? After a few seconds which felt like they lasted for an eternity.....The Iron Crown answered him.

"So be it........"

*Within a matter of seconds, Aeon stood upon the platform that floated amidst the unending abyss. He stood now before the heart of Darkness. He stood now before Set - the true Set. (spiritually speaking anyway) The figure of black metal no longer stood before him.....no....Aeon was all alone upon that platform looking out into Oblivion. It was then that a single word rang out from the blackness. No being (other than Valron and Hiro) had heard this voice speak.....the true voice of Set. It was like nothing before.....no sense of mortality in it at all, no sense of limits. It was if the voice was so powerful, it could not only be heard....but felt. Aeon's potent, yet mortal, soul shook as this single word echoed from the Darkness.

".....Speak...."