The Ouroborus Cult was vast—larger than anything most beings could imagine. Even the entire landmass of the Everstrife Continent would not have been enough to accommodate it. In a hidden corner of this colossal organization, countless eyes began to stir awake. Each one glowed with malice and darkness, devoid of anything resembling warmth or compassion. Their perception stretched outward, flashing across walls and dimensions as they reached into the Fourth Gate.
"The ants have returned?"
"Hmph, useless garbage. They were locked in the Third Ring for millions of years."
"They kept us waiting for so long."
"Hmph, they are only Archdeities. Not even at the peak of the rank. What could anyone expect of them?"
Dozens of voices spoke at once, overlapping in a chaotic chorus that conveyed a myriad of emotions and intentions. All were negative—scorn, bitterness, hatred, ridicule. Yet despite the cacophony, the murmuring did not last long.
"SILENCE!"
