"Ybur... you've done well..."
It was a clear and bright sound, and Ybur's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the Sun God?
The Sun God has something to say to me?
Curiosity suddenly overwhelmed the sensation of searing pain, and Ybur focused all of its mind to listen carefully.
"You..."
The voice gradually "sank," as though someone were slowly submerging into a lake. Gurgling bubbles rose up, the timbre collapsing along an irreversible dimension. What was once a clear tone was dragged into a viscous drawl, as if thousands of decayed vocal cords were vibrating in unison.
"You have completed... my task..."
In Ybur's sea of consciousness, black bubbles began to surface, with each one bursting and releasing blasphemous whispers. It was a whispering and howling of countless voices overlapped, crawling and writhing like living creatures.
"...you've done well."
