The darkness levitating in the center of the Orion Shelter rumbled.
Ripples formed on its surface and black silhouettes emerged from within. Expanding slowly, the darkness moved, seemingly as if it was alive.
The black silhouettes pushed against the surface of the levitating darkness, attempting to escape the imprisonment of the abyss.
"Is it finally time?"
A hollow voice rang from within the darkness.
"To think that our second master was foolish enough to fall prey to the same existence as first master. It is about time that we take charge of their misery," Another silhouette said.
"Take charge? We were always too weak to support first master, and now you want to take charge? Just shut up and follow second master's will!"
The third voice that rang throughout the center of the Orion Shelter was not hollow. It was a very familiar voice to those around Nial.
