The figure shifted, its hollow eyes fixing on them. Then it raised its hand toward the sky. The crimson clouds above spiraled, revealing a swirling vortex of darkness.
Ahcehera and Rohzivaan exchanged a glance.
"Looks like we found the source," he said.
"Yeah," Ahcehera replied, jaw tightening. "Now let's stop it."
Rohzivaan's eyes widened with recognition as the shadowy figure loomed before them. His breath caught in his throat, and his voice trembled with urgency. "That… that is a Zergousin!"
Ahcehera's grip on her plasma pistol tightened. "What is it?" she demanded, not taking her eyes off the creature.
Rohzivaan's jaw clenched. "An entity that absorbs death essence and death particles. It feeds on dark matter and dark energy. Its favorite hobby is to birth lots of the same kind!"
Ahcehera's eyes narrowed as the information sank in. "Birth? How does the dead even give birth?"
Rohzivaan inhaled deeply, the glow of the Netherien Fire faintly flickering in his irises.
