Chapter 312 Who The Hell Is He

When Imogen regained consciousness, she found herself in an endless white void. The air was thick with an otherworldly mist, swirling around her in soft, curling tendrils.

If she focused, it reminded her of what Martha had described before—except for one glaring difference: the figure standing in the distance.

"Cordelia?" Her voice came out strangled, a whisper in the silence.

Through the swirling