"To think we would meet this soon."
The Abyssal God spoke slowly. His voice did not just travel through the air; it resonated within the very fabric of the void, sounding like the grinding of tectonic plates and the whispers of a billion lost souls simultaneously.
He looked at Grey with an expression of absolute, terrifying indifference.
"A clone?" Grey asked, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he analyzed the entity before him.
"Of course. If my true body were to descend here, this entire Lower World Cluster would instantly collapse under the weight of my existence. I am a being that a single universe can no longer contain."
At the same time, seemingly having sensed the spike in Grey's energy, the Abyssal God chuckled. The sound distorted the space around them, causing ripples in the darkness.
"No need to be alarmed. You can stop gathering your World-Breaking Source Power. I am not here as your enemy today."
