Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (34)

A deep, resonating force that sent vibrations through the water, through the stone beneath them, through their bones. The ocean itself shuddered at his words, the creatures that served him stiffening, straightening, no longer wild things but soldiers awaiting command.

"You have fought well, but your defiance is meaningless. Kneel, and I may grant you the mercy of oblivion."

It was not a request. It was not even a threat. It was a decree, spoken with the certainty of something that had seen eons pass and worlds crumble.

For the first time since the battle began, the monsters stopped.

The Void Maw Horrors, their tendril-laced maws glowing faintly, slithered into a perimeter, their grotesque bodies undulating in synchronized motion. The Void-Touched Titans, massive and impenetrable, did not charge, did not flail—they simply moved into position, blocking every escape route, their piercing abyssal eyes locked onto their prey.