And it was amused by him.
"You seek to destroy the Architects," the entity rumbled, its voice pressing into Aiden's mind like a weight. "A bold claim, little flame."
Aiden stood firm, his sword still glowing with radiant energy.
"It's not just a claim." His voice was steady. "I will end them."
The Abyssal entity chuckled.
"Then tell me, mortal…" Its form shifted, becoming massive—a towering, nightmarish silhouette of cloaked shadow and countless piercing eyes. "Do you even know what they are?"
Aiden's grip on his sword tightened.
"They're tyrants." His blue eyes burned with resolve. "They decide who lives, who dies, and who gets erased. They think they're gods."
A pause.
And then—
The Abyss laughed.
It was not the laughter of amusement.
It was cold. Hollow. Infinite.
"You truly do not know."
—𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌—
