Right now, four figures stood inside the chamber—three if one only counted the living, but the Void Creature's presence warped the room enough to feel like an extra consciousness. And the general… the general couldn't stop sweating.
A cold droplet slid from his temple down his cheek as he stared at the floating abomination, its shifting mass barely contained by the reinforced arcane bindings. Even though Icarus had said, "Don't worry. It doesn't bite," the reassurance meant nothing. The general knew the truth:
if that creature broke free, he would die instantly.
It was two full cores above him.
Two entire levels of existence he could never hope to bridge.
The only reason he didn't collapse from sheer terror was because Kaedor and Icarus were here—two monsters in humanoid form, beings so far beyond him that their mere presence forced the Void Creature to remain still.
Even so, the general wondered again what he was doing here.
