At that moment, his entire mind went almost instantly blank. The piercing ringing in his ears nearly warped his very sense of self.
The enormous, distorted form before him was so real.
His soul trembled violently. He kept backing away, then collapsed to the ground, the overwhelming terror almost robbing him of speech.
"How is this possible... who are you?! Who the hell are you?!"
He thought it was an illusion.
But the utterly real surroundings his soul perceived, and the terrifying aura radiating from the enormous monstrosity before him, all told him he was neither dreaming nor trapped in some illusion. Everything he was experiencing was real.
Lin En's eye watched him with a trace of mockery.
"Who do you think I am?"
"And where do you think this is?"
The blazing sunlight deep within the rift swept toward him. That enormous rift was so familiar that his whole body shook.
At that moment.
An ancient name surfaced in his mind.
And once that name emerged, it consumed his entire consciousness, unstoppable.
"The Lord... of Writhing..."
He murmured.
"Congratulations. You guessed right."
Lin En watched him with a smile, his long tentacles wrapping around him once again to lift that insignificant soul closer for inspection.
"I am one of the Seven Outer Gods. I am the one who ushered in the Eternal Night Era. I am the lord from beyond this world you've all been so desperate to find!"
Bzz-
Tyrael's face was pale. He had lost all ability to think.
And at that moment.
He finally understood.
There was no Great Demon, no conflict in the Spirit Realm.
The person from whom the Crimson Secret Cult had repeatedly tried to reclaim that vessel was a true visitor from beyond their world, an existence they dared not even imagine!