Dian Lun's voice resonated, echoing through the silent expanse, carrying with it a mixture of respect, fear, and unwavering loyalty.
The gates remained closed, yet Dian Lun knew his master had heard him. The Lord of Chaos was omnipresent within the Haven, his senses extending to every corner of this realm, his will shaping its very reality.
After a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity, the colossal gates slowly parted, revealing a path that led into the depths of the Abode. Dian Lun rose, his movements fluid and precise, and entered, his footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness.
He walked through corridors that seemed to shift and change, past chambers filled with unimaginable power, under arches that defied the laws of physics. He was unfazed, his focus solely on his destination, on the audience he was about to have with his master.