Ravien stood still, silently watching the formless, dark opening in front of him.
He just stood there, tracking every subtle movement of that grotesque thing with quiet intensity.
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(POV: Ravien)
I didn't create this thing.
But... it's connected to my capacity somehow. I can feel it deep inside—this being was born from a piece of me I unconsciously used.
I wasn't aware of it. But still... it came from something that belongs to me.
What the hell is this?
I could partially make out the voices rising from within the mouth.
Broken. Inconsistent.
But the message was clear:
"Create us."
My gaze locked onto the still-open, shapeless gap.
Without changing my stance, I raised my voice slightly:
"Who are you? Why do you want me to create?"
No answer.
The mouth suddenly trembled.
Its edges began to pull inward.
I watched, unmoving. That distorted hole, along with its eyes, slowly faded.
And then—it vanished completely, as if it had never been there.
