Drowning Judgement

The towering form of One Thousand Sins loomed over the distant horizon, its grotesque mass of writhing tentacles and the singular, reality-rending eye casting an oppressive weight upon the battlefield. Despite its stillness, despite its lack of overt hostility, its mere presence demanded reverence.

It was an entity that did not lash out blindly. It did not rampage nor mindlessly consume. It judged.

But what unsettled me the most was its sheer authority—an influence so potent it seeped into the very fabric of the land, making even the air feel heavier.

Yet… it was not a Qliphoth Object.

That much I could confirm.

I had faced a true Qliphoth Object before. I had fought against one. I had bound one. The weight of that experience had imprinted itself into the very core of my being. The Drowned Revenant's presence had been different—colder, deeper, filled with an entropy that gnawed at existence itself.