His effects on the external weavings of existence were terrifying to even think about.
Absolute Infinitum Influence of External Existence… it was akin to a sword he could wield, directing the terrifying and chaotic influence of his very being into something of his own choosing.
He could choose to shatter the grief of a dead thing by exposing the cracks in what it stood for… or he could, astoundingly, help that same dead True Source ascend- reaching heights it never imagined possible.
And he presented such a terrifying possibility to none other than Melodrass.
"The level of a Primarch… do you want it?"
HUUM!
His words followed the cadence of a grand symphony playing in the background, each syllable a terrifying hook pulling on the heart of the 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo.
