In the deep, endless pit of the void, where even the concept of time had long since unraveled, an ancient being sat upright upon a throne sculpted from pure darkness—an obsidian silhouette shaped like a woman, draped in the shadows of eternity itself.
She was still, unmoving, yet the void around her pulsed as if breathing in reverence.
Her form, though without detail, exuded an overwhelming allure and authority—an ancient beauty born from chaos.
From her formless gaze, she stared unblinkingly at the crimson sphere now floating gently before her.
It was a sphere of condensed infernal energy, burning with silent intensity.
Sparks of red lightning crackled across its surface as a voice finally echoed from within.
[He is indeed… interesting, O Great One.]
The voice trembled with reverence, layered in distortion as though countless whispers were speaking in unison.
