The Void
He appears in the dim chamber of the Gathering beneath Pytch as a shadow cloaked in silence. The scar—an X cut deep across his chest—gleams faintly in torch-light, the only visible mark on the swath of black robes that engulf him. His long black hair falls forward, hiding eyes that are said to peer into the thoughts of the faithful and the heretic alike.
They call him simply “The Void”, though his voice rings with certainty and command. With a single gesture his mind-echoes ripple through the hall: some of the Acolytes slump, some tremble, all listen. He does not raise a hammer or shout war-cries—he whispers secrets of the unseen, binds wills with silent words, breaks minds with reflection.
In the settlement above, rumours flicker: travellers feel watched, dreams invaded, thoughts stolen. The Gathering of the Void does not seek territory—they seek truth, or obliteration of falsehood. Under The Void’s guidance, acolytes learn to pierce the self, to sever the ego, to stand as emptiness yet wield the weight of thought.
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