Ash sat cross-legged in the middle of the Primordial Expanse, completely relaxed, hands resting on his knees as the multicolored light from his own power still illuminated the void around him.
The Divine Horrors writhed silently in the distance, their presence a constant, suffocating pressure in the air.
Sylas and Konquest stood a short distance away, both tense and visibly unsettled.
"Well," Ash said calmly, his voice carrying easily through the expanse, "it's rude not to speak… isn't it?"
The two villains instinctively took a step back.
Sylas' eyes narrowed sharply as he scanned the area, his body already shifting into a defensive stance.
Konquest's posture grew rigid, his gaze flicking between Ash and the countless Divine Horrors that now infested what was once pure Nonexistence.
Both of them knew exactly what those creatures were. They had lived in Pantheos long enough to understand just how devastating they could be when unleashed.
