Old Monsters Never Die
With the nascent Abyssal Springhead settling into place, the original was no longer in peril. The core of the void stabilized, the terrifying pull and the spectral altar vanishing completely. It was now just a font of pure power, rotating silently in space, emanating an incredibly dense wave of Abyssal energy. Orion had a feeling that, nourished by this energy, the Shattered Space itself was slowly beginning to heal.
He didn't dwell on it. Reaching out, his Curse Avatar channeled its divine power to take control of the Abyssal Springhead. There was no resistance. The font of power began to shrink, compressing until it was the size of an apple, hovering in the avatar's palm just as the Spring of Life once had.
Just then, the universe screamed.
"You damn piece of filth! Put down the Abyssal Springhead. That belongs to me!"
