[Bonus chapter thanks to ChronoTitan <3]
The echo of the voice seemed to worm into Sylas' consciousness, reaching for the depths of his soul and seeking to rend it apart.
He had heard them almost too clearly, with a clarity that felt like it didn't belong. It was like he had been granted the consciousness of a much higher being just to truly experience the depths of the tone and the breadth of the power.
Yet, it just felt like every moment since he had seen the ceiling of the universe felt a little less impressive. Maybe something like this would have at least made him pause in the past, but right now it might as well have been like a breeze passing through and pain needling at his brain.
And pain… that, he could deal with.
He had heard some variation of these words too many times already. Even if the words themselves weren't spoken, the actions taken upon them were clear enough.
