The night in the sprawling, oppressive halls of the Necrotis House offered Vahn no solace. He had retired to his luxurious quarters, but the plush silks and opulent furnishings felt cold beneath the weight of cosmic destiny. The urgency was palpable: not just the safety of his wives, but the ticking clock of the Void Dragon God Seed threatening to usurp his very soul.
He lay awake, wrestling with the implications of the slavery seals on Seraphina and Lilith, and his father's vow to protect them.
Hssssss...
A sound, faint and chillingly precise, sliced through the high-grade shielding formations of his chamber. It was the whisper of death: the unique sound signature of a Heavenly Grade Poison Needle cutting through the ambient spiritual energy, aimed with lethal accuracy at the core of Vahn's brain, where the Void Dragon Seed resided.
