The aura around Shadow Sovereign changed, and from the black-crimson heart, a terrifying aura burst out, destroying the void and stopping the time.
"Welcome the great one." And the black-crimson heart exploded, and its blackish aura started to take shape in humanoid form.
Slowly, unmistakably, a figure manifested.
A being cloaked entirely in black stood within the shattered void, crimson patterns pulsing faintly across its form like veins of living calamity. In its hand rested a black-and-crimson scythe, curved and cruel, exuding an aura of absolute annihilation—like a reaper born to harvest worlds.
The moment it fully materialised, even the Sovereigns felt a chill run through their souls.
The figure seemed to look at the shadow sovereign, whose aura seemed to have weakened quite a lot.
