The river of souls roared through the Hollow Core.
It was a torrential, swirling stream of glowing white light, carrying the agonized consciousness of millions of humans directly into the massive, violet plasma egg of the World-Eater.
The sheer volume of spiritual energy was accelerating Nihilanth's gestation to a terrifying, critical speed.
Lucifer and Lyra hovered in the zero-gravity void, staring at the massive, translucent current.
Lyra's breath hitched. The Dawn Saintess had her hands pressed tightly against her ears, her silver battle armor trembling. Even standing hundreds of yards away, the psychic feedback from the river was unbearable.
"They are screaming, Lucifer," Lyra gasped, tears of clear water streaming from her dual-toned eyes. "Every single soul in that river is being burned alive to feed the beast. It's... it's a slaughterhouse."
"It's a fuel line," Lucifer corrected smoothly.
