Interests Of The Death Sovereigns

The ruins trembled as the storm intensified, lightning illuminating the sacred altar with an almost blinding brilliance.

A sudden surge of power radiated from the crystalline structure, its pulse shifting into a steady, commanding rhythm. The mist swirled and parted, and the air grew impossibly still, thick with the weight of a presence that transcended mortal understanding.

From above, a voice descended—not merely a voice, but an all-encompassing resonance that carried with it the authority of countless eons. It was regal, imperious, and absolute. The voice of the High Eternal Ancient Sovereign, the one who sat above the gods themselves, echoed through the ruins.