The voice came from everywhere. It was the voice of the tower itself, resonating through stone and air with authority that demanded attention.
THE SOUL WARDEN HAS CLAIMED HIS PLACE ON FLOOR 25.
The words echoed across Jack's domain, through the castle, across the glowing hills, reaching every creature that called this floor home.
PHO THE BLESSED NOW SERVES THE SOUL WARDEN.
The announcement continued, stating facts, making official what had been claimed through action. The voice carried across Floor 25, but it didn't stop there.
It reached further, as the announcement rippled from floor to floor.
Throughout the tower, on floors below and above, in domains ruled by entities of vast power, the announcement reached ears that understood its significance.
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On Floor 87, in a palace built from shadows that shouldn't exist, the Abyssal Sovereign stood from his throne with a laugh that started low and built to genuine delight.
[Entity Identified: The Abyssal Sovereign]
