The Keeper of the Void was momentarily stunned as memories involving those faintly glowing eyes evoked a deeper sensation that didn't belong to itself.
It stirred inside his mind, jumbling its way of thinking as the images that entered were completely unrelated to anything it had encountered in its whole life of existence.
It let out a confused grumble and slowly realized that the emotions through the deeper parts of the soul didn't actually come to itself but from its creator, The Void.
To someone like Keeper of the Void, a complete lackey like him being able to do their own benevolent being's bidding was the greatest thing it could achieve and receive in its entire life.
In their eyes, their creator was the most fearless, ruthless, and merciless. They stood at the pinnacle of strength while their existence was only to serve them until they were out of use. Especially, since they were their God.
And God is strong.
