After he delivered these final words, this entity tapped out with his finger once more.
Immense waves of The First Tongue erupted outward with terrifying complexity.
Dozens of Phonemes came together with perfect precision, forming into multiple complete words.
The words combined further to form an entire sentence, a sentence that wrapped around this entire region before becoming invisible and disappearing from normal observation.
A binding constructed from linguistic authority that would ensure compliance absolutely!
This entity then hummed pleasantly to himself as he smiled with satisfaction, nodded once, and took a single step directly into The Primordial Genesis Shore.
Behind him, a desolate scene remained.
The fisherman still sat there with his fishing line cast out into the murky waters.
A smiling expression remained fixed on his face, serene and peaceful.
But bloody tears fell continuously from his eyes and nose, crimson-gold streams running down his cheeks.
