Damian raised his hand and pointed it at the huge, monstrous figure frozen at the center of the abyss of Tartarus, radiating overwhelming killing intent and an extremely hostile presence.
"Heed the call of your king."
"Tear yourself loose from timeless restraint."
"Rise from slumber… Typhon."
Damian's voice resounded like thunder flashing down from heaven to earth, followed by an unseeing moment of absolute silence.
In the next instant, everything would change.
The strong, cold wind currents, capable of freezing even the souls of gods, came to an abrupt halt.
Following them, silence reigned, thick and oppressive, accompanied by an eerie, suffocating presence.
For a few moments, it felt as though nothing would happen.
Yet everyone present, even powerful gods like Thanatos and Hypnos, wore expressions of fear and disbelief, as if they still could not accept that what was about to occur was truly happening.
