The Anti-Life had changed.
With Genesis devoured, it now possessed telepathy — the power to pierce thought itself.
Across the cold layers of the dead cosmos, a whisper entered a sealed prison of darkness.
"Triangulum…"
The necro-cosmic keeper jolted.
His triangular head turned slowly, three eyes burning with pale, dead starlight.
"Are you willing… to reclaim your physical form?"
The void around Triangulum thickened into toxic mist. Shadows twisted like living smoke, leaking lethal projections of corrupted starlight.
"Who are you?" Triangulum demanded — yet his voice trembled.
His three eyes widened in dawning terror.
"Are you… the thing that devoured us?"
The voice answered from nowhere — and everywhere — slipping directly into his mind without consent.
"Are… you… willing?"
"I know you," Triangulum hissed. "You are the one who consumed our Creator. Now you come to erase what remains of us?"
The darkness pulsed, amused.
