The Void Sovereign

The first sign that something fundamental had changed came as a whisper—the absence of a sound that should have been there. Reed paused mid-step, his hand instinctively reaching for Lyralei's arm as they led the Last Alliance through the dimensional corridors toward the Dreaming Observatory.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, though even as the words left his lips, he realized the question made no sense.

"Hear what?" Lyralei's response carried an edge of tension. The Blood Covenant still pulsed between her and the Void Wardens, its crimson threads binding their unlikely alliance together, but something felt... different. Weaker.

The Shadow of Nihil materialized beside them, its form more solid than before, as if it were drawing substance from somewhere else. Something approaches, it said, its voice carrying undertones of what might have been fear. Something that was not there a moment ago, yet has always been.