Deep within the hollowed-out heart of the hunger dimension, in a silence so absolute it was a physical weight, the prison seals glowed with frantic, fading light. They were not just failing; they were being rejected. The entity they contained had felt a violation so profound it transcended rage—a tiny, curious touch upon its most sacred, most secret shame.
The Emotional Core. The stolen heart of a dead universe. The little light had seen it. Had understood its significance.
This was not part of the design. The slow, glorious consumption of Earth was to be his masterpiece. This... this was an infestation. A germ of understanding that threatened the very foundation of his being.
The fear that Luna had sensed, the primal terror of the original Shadow, erupted. But it did not manifest as weakness. It crystallized into a wrath so cold and absolute it could shatter reality.
"MINE."
