It said a lot of things that Malakai didn't bother paying attention to, but he still caught snippets of them.
About how they'd been searching for the essence. About how it was the source of all the universe's filth. About how getting rid of it would get rid of the filth in the universe and end an ongoing war.
Despite all of this incredibly important information, Malakai's focus never left his thoughts. His plan. Right now, there was nothing more important than escaping this situation alive.
Finally, the manipulator's voice cut through his thoughts.
"I'll consume you and offer you to my master and end all of this…" The darkness erupted from it, moving towards Malakai at a rapid pace.
Malakai felt every instinct in his body screaming at him to move. To escape. One touch from that fog of darkness, and he was gone.
Regardless, Malakai didn't move. His grip inside the pouch only tightened. He knew… if what he was about to do didn't work, it was all over.
'Please.'
