The voice sounded heavy and ancient.
By now, Male, as mentioned before, was no pushover when it came to power.
With the Merchant's help, he had evolved his own verse countless times and reached the Twentieth Dimensional level of existence—just one step below Ash, at least on paper.
Feeling the weight and pressure radiating from this being, he knew things weren't simple. But one thing he was sure of…
"You're not him," Male said, tilting his head, clearly thinking of the Father.
Hearing this the massive abstract symbol before him began to shift.
Before it was a jagged, ever-shifting glyph of pure negation, a black hole-like shape that seemed to erase the space around it.
Then, with a slow, deliberate ripple, it condensed into a humanoid form.
The man who appeared was tall and slender, with skin the color of absolute void and eyes that were empty sockets filled with distant, dying stars.
