'Ohhh, she's asleep...
A mysterious voice echoed in Merciless's mind, low and distant yet impossibly close. Every time it spoke, his immaterial heart pulsed with a deep, resonant energy... a power that wasn't physical but something far more profound.
Or rather something more conceptual.
It rippled through him like a vibration in the fabric of his very being.
Merciless did not reply, although he listened.
As the voice continued to speak.
Praisin Anastasia even more.
'You know, Big Me, I can feel it... She's so damn cool! Haha! It's been so long since I've seen something like this up close; it's actually refreshing.'
The voice said, praising Anastasia.
It sounds almost childish in it's praise, yet behind that childish demeanor, their was unrefined chaos within its voice.
