Lucien stepped out of his divine energy core with the strange void being emerging alongside him.
He did not waste time staring at it.
He lifted two fingers and made one last, precise edit with Structural Insight.
He finished the line and let the script settle into the void being's strings of existence like a hook sliding into old scar tissue.
Then—
Every eye snapped open at once. Dozens. Hundreds. Too many.
The pupils were not round. They were seams, like someone had split reality into eyelids and something hungry was peeking through.
For a heartbeat, the abomination did nothing.
It only searched.
Its eyes shifted in a synchronized sweep as if the entire thing were a single mind scanning the battlefield for a scent it remembered from pain.
Goblin.
The moment it found it, its gaze locked.
On the Extinction-grade Void-Walker whose hand still carried the Covenant-Breaker's blood like a disputed stain.
