The Abyssal Lord descended like a collapsing star. He was a colossus of shifting shadows and jagged, void-glass armor, trailing a cape of souls that shrieked in the dark water.
His voice did not travel through the dark sea; it vibrated directly within Aegis's skull mockingly:
"So, the Tower sends an Impermanent to claim what is mine," the Abyssal Lord hissed, his eighteen eyes flickering with malevolent recognition. "You wear the skin of a god, little heir, but you are merely a guest in this history. This fight was destined before your soul was even sparked."
"CRUSH!" He did not wait for a parley. With a swing of his jagged obsidian blade, he cleaved through a line of Aegis's frontline hydras, turning them into black mist.
The war ignited in earnest. It was not a battle of hours, but a grueling campaign that stretched for an entire month.
