In the pit, something had become aware.
It had been aware for some time, in the way that a growing thing is aware, more sensation than thought, more hunger than purpose, but it had been learning.
Its creator made it into endless produce, and each generation of spawn that crawled from its body was the same as the last.
After consuming the hundreds of thousands of souls inside this district, the creature finally had the fuel to follow his creator's order, and every soul in his grasp could be split three times three times three times three… and these were the souls of weak mortals.
When the soul touched the power of Lumina, the rules of their soul changed, and there were no longer any limits to the number of times it could split a soul before it became too small to be split, but before that happened, its spawns would have delivered more fresh souls to it to consume.
