Undead Lord of Gluttonous Pride

"Seems like I'm back here again."

Damien stared at the humongous grey tree that resided in his Soul Place. The leaves were brimming with life as hints of redness dyed the centre of them.

He began to walk around it, trying to find the entrance made by Howrah.

"Where did it go?"

He knew that one was made to get into it. He scratched his head before resting his hand against the tree and feeling something wrap around him.

"Hm?"

He then stared at the sudden grey roots wrapping around him. And without any kind of warning, they began to pull him inside the tree, his body passing straight through it.

He landed inside with a roll before steadily getting back up.

Damien looked around and noticed slight changes to the hollow interior of the tree. Before, it was completely pitch black except for the light emitted from the core, but now red veins of light crawled along the walls.

While they do emit light, it is of a very small degree. He then looked towards his cores, but they were still in the same place he had last seen them, wrapped in roots.

Other than the red one that has been sucked dry and began its production of more energy, the others looked the same. He sighed when he saw how empty his main core was before turning back around to leave.

The speed at which it uses soul energy is terribly unviable. Makes sense though, he is just blasting pure soul energy to the air, he was like a car that was leaking gas that would then become ignited.

'The Blackmoorians... Howrah did say they used this method.'

The impression of the Blackmoorian's in his eyes became a tad bit more intimidating in his eyes, how did they possibly be able to release so much soul energy without having their entire core emptied?

He shook his head and softly placed his hand against the surface of the tree, if he was able to enter it like he did by putting his hand against it, then it should work in reverse right?

Damien saw the wall ripple before several pairs of roots bursted out from it and wrapped around him, like wooden arms pulling him through a wall.

He once again emerged on the otherside, he wandered around a bit before a familiar scratchy voice rang out.

"How annoying..."

It was Howrah.

Damien moved towards the voice, he then saw Howrah standing on a large slope of grey sand, overlooking something he could not yet make out.

He hopped off the large root he was standing on and landed on the dry desert with a bend of his knees. He then steadily began to make his way over to Howrah.

After climbing up the difficult slope, he approached Howrah and asked:

"What are you doing here, father?"

"Hm? I'm overlooking the mess you made."

Howrah pointed.

"What mess—"

Damien turned his head towards the direction Howrah was pointing and couldn't help but freeze.

At the very spot in the desert Howrah was pointing was a small crack in the air. Although its size was laughable, the fact that a floating crack spilling out an ominous aura was definitely concerning.

It was like a dark floating web, weaved by a spider that belonged to the dark abyss. Small patches of sand underneath had begun to darken, like it was soaking up a dark liquid that began to change its appearance.

A sense of foreboding appeared inside Damien.

This feeling only strengthened once he felt something gazing at him through the incongruous crack in space. This confused him, however. The crack was not nearly big enough for one to be able to gaze through it.

He must be imagining this strange feeling, right? The appearance of the mysterious crack must have caused him to imagine things.

"What is it?" He asked.

Howrah side-eyed him, letting silence sink in before answering in an ominous tone.

"Its a Whispering Fracture..."