The Prince of Desolation let Leonidas down; the invisible force holding him in place dissipated. His feet touched the ground, the violet robes covering him shuddering violently.
Leonidas gazed at the king, his eyes full of reverence and admiration. In just the short time he had talked, or rather listened to Void, he had gained a deep respect for him.
How could a being be so vastly incomprehensible, yet be so very…relatable at the same time?
Leonidas had talked to myriad gods, and all of them were impressive in their own right. But Void…they were on another level entirely.
The Starless King—dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt—took a step forward, offering his hand to Leonidas. He had stopped flickering between genders, his form finally stable.
He was neither a man nor was he a woman, but something between the two. An androgynous body. Alas, Leonidas had to refer to him by either 'he' or 'she,' and since he looked more male than female, he chose the former.
