IN THE DARKNESS, It seethed.
The aperture had collapsed.
Destroyed.
And with it, the small crack within Its jail of confinent did recede.
Anger filled It.
Hatred.
Curse the Cursed Fla.
The Fla had grown in power, feeding off the strength of Its thralls and even the guardian of the aperture itself. No bounds, did the Fla know. No divine elegance, did it respect—a void of endless chaos and destruction.
The Fla had no other purpose.
Yet now did the Fla seek to elevate a re husk to challenge It?
It seethed.
It was divine.
It was eternal.
It would not let such desecration stand.
It willed Its purpose to the guardian of the aperture, utilizing the dwindling influence gained from the mortal realm to break through to it once more. A vessel tempered by the Cursed Fla had found the strength to not only enter Its domain, but to purge essence from It as well.
The Fla would pay for such insolence.
Through the new aperture, would It exact Its influence once more.
It would find Its own vessel to temper.
One not born of re osmosis but by Its will alone.
The Cursed Fla would know humility.
For its vessel would pale before the divine host of the Stars.
From within Its jail, It would scour the thousands of worlds within Its influence, seeking a divine host fit to be tempered by Its will.
The search would take ti, It knew.
But then…what was ti to a god?
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