The silence that preceded the voice was heavier than the collapse of a mountain range.
High in the frozen void beyond the air, the continent-sized Void Broodmother Nihil-Kraken didn’t open a physical mouth. It possessed no throat cords, no lungs, and no tongue to shape air into sound. Instead, the entity’s giant stone anti-matter eye flared with cold, greasy violet light. It reached out with its vast, impossible to understand mind, grasping the collective spiritual sea of the entire world-size system.
Then, it screamed.
The sound didn’t travel through the thin high-sky air. It blew up directly inside the minds of every sentient being within three hundred thousand leagues.
“WE ARE THE SILENCE BEFORE CREATION!”
The mental roar hit the mortal realm like a tidal wave of shattered black glass. It wasn’t merely loud. It was heavy with the weight of uncounted dead galaxies. In every city, village, and mountain valley across the Azure Cloud Realm, millions of mortals dropped to the ground. He grabbed their temples as their skulls throbbed with agony. The psychic static tore through mortal sea-of-mind barriers. He carried visions of cold, dead voids where suns had withered into frozen melted rock waste.
“WE ARE THE Certain COLD GRAVE OF ALL STARS! ALL FLESH SHALL DISSOLVE, ALL MATTER SHALL BE UNMADE, AND ALL MEMORY SHALL BE WRITTEN IN ASH! TREMBLE BEFORE THE VOID!”
