The layered voice carried recognition, almost nostalgia despite the situation. The crimson marked face showed no concern, no fear, just mild interest as if observing something academically fascinating rather than immediately lethal.
"The advanced form, anyway. It was what sealed me in the Abyss initially, what that accursed god used to imprison me after I refused to submit to their cosmic order."
The dark sphere continued compressing but the figure remained visible within it, standing calmly as if the ultimate technique of an entire clan was merely inconvenient rather than lethal.
Gunn felt his hope crumble as he processed those words. This thing knew the technique, had experienced something similar before. That shouldn't be possible, the forbidden method was a clan secret developed after centuries of refinement.
Unless this thing was old enough to have encountered the technique's origins.
