Ackster wasn't aware of it himself, but his groan of displeasure rang out across the world. Everyone alive heard it, and they felt it deep down to the very cores of their existence. Something that shouldn't be disturbed had awoken.
The innocent mortals of Millmeria felt and heard it. The ones responsible for the ruckus felt and heard it.
Everyone felt the same trepidation.
However, there were a few exceptions that didn't feel fear. They felt excitement. The voice was a little different due to the scope and power behind it. But after hearing that voice once, it was impossible to forget.
Ackster was tired. He was capable of recreating his body and venturing out into the world. But he would much rather stay in bed as a marble of gold, red, and black.
Still, it seemed like the world itself wanted him to get up.
