Merciless was everywhere and nowhere within this meager droplet of his Prime Source. His presence was all-encompassing within.
His domain of nothingness, a droplet of his Prime Source, infinite and finite at once, as he watched the warriors float helplessly.
His eyes narrowed as he began to speak; this time in the Aristaeus language. The guttural, alien sounds slipped from his tongue with ease, despite never having spoken it before. The warriors froze, their eyes widening in shock as the enemy spoke their tongue flawlessly.
Naturally, he was here, but also outside this droplet.
He sat in his office observing the situation, while also encompassing them whole from within this droplet.
Merciless casually flipped open his codex, his fingers gripping the quill as he began to document their powers like an intellectual chronicling some new discovery.
