"W-What the f…"
The shadowing entity lingered like a stain on reality. Its form was uncertain — a shifting silhouette that refused to obey the logic of shape or form.
At times, it seemed humanoid, with long, twisted limbs reaching through the chaotic streams of void energy; at others, it dispersed into clouds of darkness, reforming with a face that never truly existed.
Just being in the vicinity of the creature induced an existential level of rejection and repulsion in them. Moreover, the sensation was slowly growing!
Galactic was its size, towering over every being in the region and only outdone by the only shimmering universe present.
Any and all movements on its part made the void tremble. Its dark, murderous and soulless gaze locked in on Alexander and his party.
Even so, none of the chiefs dared to be in the vicinity. They had vacated the region for thousands of light-years.
