The Primordials [PART 2]
"Well, that can't be good," a voice rumbled, its tones reverberating through the void like the echoes of a primordial earthquake.
As the words left the figure's metaphysical lips, the emptiness that surrounded them began to tremble and quake, as if the very fabric of reality itself was crying out in anguish. The other colossal beings stirred, their movements sending ripples of distortion rippling outward, distorting the boundaries of existence itself.
"It seems that the equilibrium has been disrupted," another voice boomed, its tones carrying the weight of eons long since forgotten. "The scales have tipped, and the balance hangs in the balance."
The figures regarded one another in a silence that stretched into eternity, their immense forms casting shadows that dwarfed entire planes of existence. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a weight that threatened to crush even the mightiest of entities beneath its inexorable burden.