It wasted no words. It did not posture. It simply opened a maw that seemed to stretch into the abyss and unleashed a sound that was not heard by the ears, but felt by the spirit.
"DIE!!"
The psychic screech tore through the void, a sonic boom of pure hatred that shattered the ambient laws of the dimension.
Simultaneously, the grey, crystalline seed—the Epoch's Heart—pulsed violently. A tether of grey light snapped onto the Wraith's back, pumping the accumulated essence of an era into the monster.
The Wraith didn't just attack; it became a conduit for a spiritual tsunami.
Space twisted. The air turned into liquid lead. A deluge of concentrated madness, sorrow, and resentment crashed down, empowered by the Heart to a level that would grind the soul of an Early Stage God Emperor into nothingness.
"Ugh—!"
