The pirate ship drifted through the dense cloud of the Spiral Nebula, the glowing stars growing dimmer as they ventured deeper. The crew remained tense after their narrow escape from the vortex. Yet, the shadow that loomed ahead tugged at their attention—a dark mass that seemed to shift and pulse in rhythm with the very energy of the Nebula.
The Realm Lord stood at the helm, his gaze fixed on the mysterious figure emerging from the fog. His restlessness, quelled by the prospect of the Cradle of Eternity, was now reignited. Something about this shadow felt familiar, like an echo from a time long forgotten.
"It's coming closer," Vornak hissed, his coils tightening protectively around the ship. Even the mighty world-eater seemed uneasy in the presence of this unknown force.