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Chapter 6

Trizoth didn't know how long it had been.

Decades? Centuries? Longer.

He hung in darkness, cast between the planes and with nothing to tether too.
No body, no connection to the abyss. Immaterial and alone.

Time had lost all meaning. He just hung there. Surely, something would
change? Surely, there would be a way back to the Abyss?

Trizoth did not allow himself to despair, for despair was what he brought!
Despair was what he made other people feel!

But there was a terror there. The horrifying knowledge that this may be his
damnation. Trapped. Alone. Forever.

He had tried praying, as well. Praying to the Lord of Annihilation. Praying
in general.

There was never an answer.

Just silence. Stillness.

Until one day, abrupt and without warning, Trizoth heard a sound.

It was the sound of chanting.

He oriented himself. It was not a physical action. Not a manner of turning
head or arms or feet, for he had none.

It was a matter of alignment. Of spiritual triangulation.

The chanting grew louder. Almost frenzied. There was something familiar in
the way it rose and fell, and Trizoth felt a sudden rush of malign glee,
for surely, this could only be the servants of the Lord!

He snatched at the tether they had reached out in search of him, for surely
it could only be for him. Who else would they be seeking for?

And as he shrieked in manic delight, Trizoth was yanked back to Thera.

Utterly ruining the grand design of the Zurcon Priest's to locate one of
their Death Knights in the process.