Once they finally got to Wizeman's door, Nights instantly became worried. For some reason, just by being there, she wanted to leave and yet she stayed anyway.
Nights glanced at Reala. He seemed to be just as nervous as she was. "Are you sure this is the right door? I mean, there are like a million other doors that we passed," she asked.
"No. This is the one," Reala answered and turned to Nights. "Now, listen here, Visitor! You speak to me or the Master unless addressed. You must treat him with the utmost respect and honor as well."
"Do I just call him Master or--"
"You may address him as Master Wizeman or, as you said, just Master. Either way, you mustn't go out of line or we will have to punish you."
Nights just stood there for a moment before nodding. "I understand," she answered Reala but the feeling that something bad would happen did not lift up.
Once Nights and Reala entered the room a dark and chilling presence felt like it had frozen her blood. Once inside the room, Nights suddenly became very nervous. The room seemed to be a huge void and she was standing on nothing but air. Little twinkles of lights were floating around in all directions. "Master Wizeman, I have returned," Reala knelt to the "ground." The Visitor followed his action.
Almost right after Reala notified his presence, a giant stone-grey hand with a an everchanging eye in the floated toward them, inspecting them both. Soon, it stopped and stared at Nights. "You are certain that this is the Visitor?" a booming voice echoed all around the dark abiss.
Reala nodded. "Yes, Master. She was the one who remained when her Ideya was taken."
"Um, if you don't mind me asking," the said Visitor spoke up, "why am I here? What purpose do I have to be here?"
"Hm..." the voice hummed in thought, as if debating with himself whether or not to tell her.