The Void's Reflection
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-05-25 15:57:18

The Abyssal Avatar

Monsters roar to announce their presence because they fear being ignored. True, inevitable doom has no need for volume.

The spatial division in the cosmic wreckage did not rip open violently any more. It just retracted, and the one humanoid figure stepped through. It had no armour, no weapons, and no face. All of its shape was a constantly changing, suffocating shape of pure Primordial Rot.

It didn't cry out like the Techno-Abyssal horrors. Orion and General Talon rose on the
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