Interlude

JONES

The first victim was the sweetest.

Lured by the Song and Call, a pink-tinted Cetian thrashed against the crushing weight of the Void and its Larval God.

Disappearing centimeter by centimeter into that starless black, the Cetian was alive to feel itself being consumed.

Not even blood escaped the Larva. It was as if they disappeared into true nothingness. Extinguished long before their time.

Soon others would follow, until the city itself gave its life for the Larva to metamorphosize into its adult form. It grew faster here, fed on the minds affected by the Song, fed flesh and bone and blood. Its soldiers would lead the charge, and behind it all Jones would wait, hungry for death.

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