Elias' body was being pushed deeper into the ground by the weight of the spawns falling down upon him, but his focus was not on his body, but inside his head.
The voices were rekindling the portion of himself that Elias felt was too brutal and savage for others to see, and so he always kept them hidden.
But these voices were not asking; they were practically demanding. Like soldiers kneeling in front of their king and reminding him why his voice had once shaken the very earth.
He was a vessel that was made to hold what should not be held. He could hold the Ascendant Swarm, he could hold the void, he could hold stone, and he could hold blood. Now that he held all of this, it was time for this vessel to show what it was made of… would he just be a container for these forces, or would he become something more?
