Erend remained suspended in the air, wings spread wide as cold ash drifted past him.
The words burned into his mind and refused to fade.
If Zerathul could influence this place, if his hand could reach into a Dungeon World itself, then the implications were far worse than he had feared.
This world was meant to be sealed, regulated, protected by rules older than most gods, the rules of the Creator. To make him the holder of the System to use it without worry.
If those rules were failing, then nowhere was truly safe.
"If he can invade here…", Erend thought grimly, "then can we still proceed?"
A presence stirred again.
New lines of light formed before his eyes.
[The distortion originates from the Void Echo.]
[You are already familiar with it.]
[With the Creator absent, this Dungeon World has weakened.]
[The Void Echo exploited that weakness.]
Erend let out a sharp breath as understanding locked into place.
The Void Echo. The counterpart to the System that guided him.
