HUMMMM!!!!
The moment Clara, the Goddess of Unspoken Verity, questioned the void around them, everything shifted.
Her long purple hair whipped wildly around her face, caught in a sudden, conceptual wind that seemed to rise from nowhere.
She stood tall in her elegant purple and white battle dress, the fabric flowing and clinging to her form as the endless darkness responded to her words.
Her matching purple eyes gleamed with quiet intensity, reflecting the formless void as it began to stir.
The endless nothing around the three women started to coalesce.
Shadows twisted and gathered, condensing into a single, massive presence.
What had been pure emptiness slowly took shape — a colossal, formless being that had no fixed body, only a shifting, amorphous silhouette of pure darkness that seemed to absorb light itself.
It had no face, no limbs, yet it felt alive, ancient, and aware.
Its presence pressed down on them like an invisible weight, cold and absolute.
