Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20190105205240/@comment-26120744-20190106030521

The pain intensifies, tendrils of madness creeping along the ground toward Zalgo and the Overseer.

The Final King did not speak, it simply radiated ideas. In this indirect communication, it made Zalgo know that the Void would break him. Recreate him. Make him stronger than before. He would not regain his throne.

But what is a throne, but a chair to sit on?

He would not rule. He would destroy. That was his new reality. And he would obey.

Or else.