The underground deep gap of the Jiuzhou Borderlands was no longer just a fracture in the earth. It was the open, gaping throat of an ancient, entropic god.
From the boiling depths of the world-size mantle, two thousand feet below the surface, the darkness condensed into a physical, crushing weight. The air vanished, replaced by an icy spatial empty pocket that tasted of rusted iron and dead stars. Slowly, inexorably, the Abyssal Void Sovereign climbed.
Its huge form defied mortal shape. It was a mountainous monstrosity stretching over three leagues across, woven from linked earth-shaking plates of jagged, deep-sea black glass and writhing tendrils of purple void-mist. From its shoulders sprouted six giant scythe-limbs of semi-clear spatial glass, each blade flickering in and out of space-folding reality like static on a dying cathode-ray screen. In the center of its mountainous back shell, a cluster of seventeen multi-faceted crimson eyes burned with the cold, hungry malice of an entity that had witnessed the birth and death of star-patterns.
When it spoke, it didn’t use sound waves. Its psychic voice was an overwhelming, continent-spanning mental hammer that crushed mortal mind across a hundred leagues.
“INSIGNIFICANT INSECTS!” the psychic roar echoed directly within the brains of three million mortals, causing blood to spurt from the tear ducts of every soldier from the border to the country capital. “THY CRUMBLING DIRT SPHERE HAS FAILED! THY Starry SKY IS SHATTERED! THY PETTY SUN SHALL BE DRAWN INTO THE COLD, MERCILESS JAWS OF THE NETHER Deep…
