Abyss, Third Level. Krik Demon territory.
Standing on Eparus's shoulder, the Deathly Soul-Reaper opened its mouth and roared. The sound that emerged was impossibly ancient and desolate, a cry that was at once tragic and yet teeming with vibrant life. It carried no force or pressure, yet it spread like a wave across the entire third level of the Abyss.
To most abyssal creatures, it was just another roar in a realm of endless noise. Many powerful beings, disturbed from their torpor, extended their senses to find the source but discovered nothing.
In a hidden pocket of space within the third level, the roar penetrated the veil. A slumbering Abyssal Ruler stirred, its brow twitching as it drifted toward wakefulness.
The entire dimension trembled, as if some terrible monster was about to rise. But the roar faded as quickly as it had come. Sensing no immediate danger, the ruler's eyes, which had been on the verge of opening, sealed shut once more.
