In a realm untouched by light, where the air pulsed with ancient malice and silence reigned like a king, something stirred.
A pair of glowing violet eyes slowly opened, cutting through the black like twin stars in a dead sky.
"Finally..." a voice echoed—deep, ancient, and laced with satisfaction. "He has awakened."
As the words rippled through the shadows, the ground began to tremble.
From the abyss, monstrous silhouettes slithered, stalked, and soared—beasts of all shapes and horrors answering a call they had long awaited. They howled, roared, shrieked in unison, a deafening chorus of power and bloodlust.
Chains shattered in the distance. A massive gate carved with runes older than time creaked open.
And then... silence again.
"Soon... the vessel will call."