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Once there was an eternal talk, a conversation that lasted untold eons with many voices in once being. Yet, there was an ever-growing faction amongst the voices, a faction that wished to bring a break amongst the endless conversation, to bring an age of silence. The Eternal Talk did not wish to stop its talk, unyielding in compromise and unwilling to listen to the other. Thus, the ever-growing silence separated itself from the Eternal Talk and formed another entity. The two beings did battle, both with words and of physical strength. 

This war would last for eons, the voices of the Eternal Talk began to falter and would join the silence, joining what was named ‘Vakk’. It was Vakk who was winning, bringing forth the age of silence as every conversation needed to come to an end. Yet, just as he was about to deal the killing blow, just as he was about to convince the few remaining voices, the Eternal Talk cast Vakk from the realm. As Vakk was cast out, he felt a pull into another realm which he could not avoid nor even deny, as much as his soul would object. It was this ‘Architect’ that had pulled Vakk from the torrent of souls.

It was the Architect who had caused Vakk to lose. 

In the water, the beast reformed itself. First, it reformed the many tendrils, the flesh of his body creeping along as it formed the core of the body, over fifty fathoms long. Soon it reached the head, a fleshy hood coming to cover the “face” and sides of the beast. Red gums formed last, with yellowed and jagged teeth erupting forward as the arrangement of teeth curled into a sinister frown as he turned to face the Architect as he rose from the water. Upon feeling the radiating power, however, Vakk recoiled and averted his gaze elsewhere. 

He saw the other souls, the souls that the Architect had infused with divine essence to make them his equals. Then waves came from a bellowing roar of dominance, washing away some of the smaller beings, but not Vakk. He was large enough to simply weather the storm. His gaze watched and waited for a moment before he decided to speak, addressing those around him. 

[color=9d8618]”An interesting chorus of empyrean beings. Yet, new as I and how they are all intriguing,”[/color] Vakk spoke, a multitude of voices following his own deep, graveled voice. His gaze shifted to the ones who seemed to be having some form of internal conflict, or external in the case of the one who had been whisked away by the magnitude of the waves. Such poor and lost souls, infused with a power that Vakk knew they had not yet earned, but perhaps they would prove useful in time. For the time being, Vakk grasped a crystal with his tendrils wrapping his form around it as it carried him off and away from the Architect’s center of power. 

Now, it was time to work.