The fifth figure was an amalgamation of darkness—a shifting void that defied shape or reason. It possessed no body, no aura of energy, no heartbeat or breath. And yet its presence filled the chamber like an ocean of gravity.
The air itself seemed to bend beneath its will.
Though it had no visible form, it projected a soul force so immense that it pressed the other four beings to their knees. Antorus, Barbatos, the Fleshcrafter, and the molten Vorometallic Lord—all of them bowed in silent submission before the invisible pressure that emanated from the void.
There was no doubt. This being was the true leader—the hand of the Alien Power that had reached into Valhalla.
The radiation of its aura confirmed what Vlad had already feared. It belonged to the same higher order as the Master and the Dream of Madness, two of the most dreadful powers ever to scar reality.
