Chapter Four
The Void
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A brief second later, they all saw what had been ripped out of the bandit.
His soul.
There was a moment where the man stood looking at himself.
Then the real pain started.
The man, both body and soul, was very slowly being torn to shreds. His body's scream was still inaudible, but his soul's scream they heard all too clearly. It was the same kind of horrible, unearthly scream they had heard before.
Suddenly they were gone.
The thing formed into a different shape. It now resembled a cloaked and hooded man, and it turned in their direction.
"I am The Void," it said, in a combination of a thousand souls screaming and the voice of its last victim, the bandit leader. It was the most awful thing any of them had ever heard, yet they could not block it out, because it seemed to go right into their own souls.
"I am a part of the great Zaros himself! I was summoned from another plane to this lesser one and set with a task. I am to kill the one of you that is called Tyron."
"Well I have a good idea who sent you!" snarled Tyron, lunging at the thing and sinking his sword right through its chest, where its heart would be, if it had one.
The Void only laughed as the sword disappeared. A shadowy copy of it appeared in its hand.
"You are going to die."
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