"WHO DARES INVOKE MY NAME?!"
The voice crashed through the chamber like a tidal wave of thunder, shaking the air itself. The ground trembled beneath my feet, and the mist around the grave began to quiver as if it too feared the sound.
A heavy pressure, dense, suffocating, and cold, descended almost instantly.
It was the same kind of presence I'd felt when the Overseer appeared… only this one was more bone-chilling..
My body locked up before I could even think of moving.
All of my muscles were becoming rigid, like the air itself was trying to crush me from all sides.
Making me question what was happening all of a sudden.
My breath became shallow and uneven as I forced my eyes toward the source of the disturbance.
It had said "my name," and those two words could only mean one thing.
This was him?
My stomach twisted.
Lord Drugar, the very being whose rites I had just invoked without fully understanding what I was dealing with?
