Beneath the foul mass of monsters attempting to tear his flesh, Ethan's breathing remained cold and steady. Within his hand, the Orb of Death throbbed in response to his will. A tide of shadows surged from the gem, recalling his army. Spectral claws tore open obsidian bellies from within, carving a path through rotting flesh as Ethan eradicated the beasts one by one.
"I hate this shit," muttered Ethan.
[Master, I know precisely what you are thinking], Crul intervened in his mind, maintaining a cautious tone. [However, revealing your true essence will draw the hatred of the universe. It is one thing for the world to witness you manipulating the power of the Void; it is quite another for them to realize you are part of it. Life and the Void cannot coexist.]
