Noctis Lucis Caelum!

His voice finally got to him, but where was it-? It's close, he can tell that much. Probably right in front of him considering how he felt hands earlier and at the volume of the tone. Was it because of how Ardyn taunted him about the dead? Was that why he was hearing Clarus' voice?

...real... no longer... Izunia isn't...Ignis...Prompto...waiting...

Noctis grit his teeth, trying to make out what was too garbled by whatever's going on to understand. Trying to follow the sound of the other's voice in the vain hope that he might catch a glimpse of the speaker. Whatever was going on, it wasn't nearly so merciful to let him see it. Not completely. He could make out a vague outline, but at the same time...

Argh, the hell was going on?!

"Is this some kind of a joke?" He said, not to Clarus, but up to the ceiling. Ardyn's laughter echoed through the hall and chamber beyond, responding to the young royal's outrage. "Quit screwing with my head!"

"Oh, Noct... If only you could see the look on your face."