"Can anyone hear me…?"
Azriel and Leirza froze.
They felt it immediately—true fear.
A voice. Human. Alive.
Speaking from a whisperspike embedded with voidslime.
An entity—someone with access to the Void—was reaching out to them.
They both came to the same thought. Azriel stepped forward and, without hesitation, pressed the buttons on the side of the spike.
"Uh… hello?"
There was a gasp on the other end—followed by a quiet, almost knowing chuckle.
"…Azriel."
Then static. The signal cut out. The whisperspike dimmed. The voidslime inside it dissolved into dust.
Both of them stood in stunned silence.
What the hell was that?
That voice knew Azriel. Spoke his name. And it came from voidslime.
Whoever—or whatever—left that spike on Corren's corpse wasn't random. They had to be an entity of the void.
Someone like Leirza.
Or… something worse.
"Are there more like us?" they both muttered at the same time.
Azriel's thoughts churned. But that voice—it sounded human.
