Deep inside the Void Dimension, the Void Architect appeared far more agitated than before. His body, formed from endless masses of blood-red and black ink-like energy, churned violently through the darkness.
Vast portions of his existence twisted and folded into themselves before unraveling again. The movement never stopped. Every second, the enormous mass shifted faster as frustration and unrest spread throughout his being.
It was because the Void Architect found himself facing a situation he had not fully anticipated.
His plan had not failed yet. Not completely. But the Dragonborn had proven far more troublesome than expected.
The portals he opened and creatures he unleashed across the Five Kingdoms had been meant to create leverage. Every battlefield was supposed to generate fear, despair, and hopelessness. Every fallen city would have provided him with more energy. Every death would have pushed his manifestation closer to completion.
