A deep, guttural growl rumbled from the Wraith's chest, but it wasn't one of anger or defiance. It lowered its massive claws slowly, the destructive energy around them dissipating into the air. The oppressive aura it had exuded throughout the battle began to fade, replaced by a calm, almost submissive stillness.
Miya's eyes widened slightly as she realized what was happening. The Wraith—this fearsome creature of the Abyss, a beast known for its unrelenting ferocity that would give so many a scare—was bowing.
The massive creature lowered its head to the ground, its jagged horns almost brushing her knees. Its hulking form radiated deference, its very being acknowledging the presence of its rightful ruler.
Petne, who had remained silent and watchful throughout the battle, allowed a small, proud smile to touch his lips.
"Of course," he murmured to himself, his Chaos Qi retracting back into his body. "The Abyss recognizes you, Mother of the Abyss"
