Somewhat like a discerning whisper that mumbled the contents of the Void beast's aberrant dialect. Trick could tell the meaning of the ominous words that resounded through the sanctum.
His head suddenly ached with an enervating feeling of heaviness and his mind began to waver shakily under the eerie bhasha that ruled the sanctuary.
For some odd and incomprehensible reason, Trick felt an antagonizing paradox of feelings.
He felt as though the lingo was as strange to him as one who suddenly heard an alien tongue for the first time.
However, this feeling was quickly estranged from his mind by one of even greater magnitude, as listening to the sounds of what ought to be gibberish to him, he could decipher every single word.
The language was accompanied with an uneasy feeling of familiarity, much like the ancient dialect spoken by the Void Chief was ingrained in him since the day he took his first breath.
