I was sure I had heard that term somewhere in the past. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
The Maw.
It filled me with a very certain type of dread, icy and piercing.
"What is… The Maw," I asked, the words sounded rotten and dangerous as I said them.
Silence again, as if the entity that had styled itself as a goddess was choosing the best possible way to proceed in the conversation.
"The Maw, in the simplest way that you can understand, is a being that has hijacked the multiverse at large," The Goddess began explaining. "It sits below all of creation in a dimension of its own creation, a dimension that acts like a magnet, drawing souls down into its depths."
That much I had known. It hadn't taken many leaps of logic to understand that the motes of light were in fact the dearly departed souls drifting through the darkness.
