The expression of THE Dead Order carried mixture of recognition and dark amusement as she spoke.
"It really is that insane entity. Haha! Even if he currently inhabits Vessels and operates under suppression...whether imposed by Existence itself or through alternative mechanisms, your positioning on the same side of reality as that monster may indicate you don't possess much remaining time to live."
Her voice took on a quality mixing genuine warning with schadenfreude.
"Don't believe him when he proclaims he won't terminate you, that you're merely designated as future fuel for THE Loom. Provoke him sufficiently, irritate him beyond his tolerance threshold, and you may find yourself joining me on this side...crossing into The Lands of The Dead."
"Wouldn't that be delightful? Perhaps then you could finally explain why I sensed the unmistakable aura of a foreign Primordial Civilization emanating from you."
Her eyes narrowed with analytical intensity.
