Chapter 965 Shadow Lord

Chapter 965 Shadow Lord

The shadow that was once Rudy remained silent, a formless void that seemed to defy comprehension. It hovered ominously in the empty space, an enigma that left George's mind reeling with unanswered questions. What had become of the cosmic being known as Rudy? What did this shadowy entity want?

As George gazed upon the abyssal form before him, he could only wonder if this was the ultimate fate that awaited him as well. Rudy's transformation into an all-encompassing shadow was a sight that sent shivers down George's spine. The once cosmic being, a figure of radiant power and knowledge, had now dissolved into a formless void of pure darkness. The essence of Rudy, his very being, was being devoured by this all-encompassing shadow. Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

The terror that gripped George's heart was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had faced cosmic battles, clashed with titanic forces, but this... this was something otherworldly. It was as though Rudy had tapped into a power beyond comprehension, a darkness that transcended the boundaries of the known universe.

In a voice that seemed to emanate from all directions at once, Rudy spoke, his tone cold and detached, "I am the embodiment of the void, George. A shadow that exists beyond the confines of reality. You asked what I am... I am the end, the oblivion that awaits all things."

George's mind raced, desperately trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. Rudy had transcended into a form that defied all logic, and it was clear that he wielded powers that far surpassed anything George had ever encountered.

"I am the true form of the Lord... I am the Shadow Lord!"

Shadow Rudy, a void of darkness that seemed to echo with the echoes of infinity, observed George's disoriented state with an unsettling serenity. There was no trace of emotion in those shadowy depths as he replied, "You did. Welcome back."

A sinister, almost malevolent aura exuded from Shadow Rudy as he continued, his voice a disconcerting whisper that reverberated through the emptiness of their surroundings, "I wanted you to watch me create 'my' dream world. I can't let you die without making you suffer. Watch how your dream of creating the perfect world crumbles right before your eyes.

In the vast cosmic expanse, Shadow Rudy, now a chilling silhouette against the starry backdrop of space, projected his eerie voice across the universe. His words reverberated through the fabric of existence, reaching every corner of reality, piercing through realms and dimensions. It was a proclamation that echoed in the ears and the very souls of all living beings.

"O, you foolish beings living ignorant lives," Shadow Rudy began, his voice a haunting resonance that transcended language barriers and comprehension. In every corner of the multiverse, humans, extraterrestrial beings, and entities from realms both near and far, heard his echoing words. The voice was incoherent, a cacophony of dialects and tongues, yet a profound understanding coursed through them all.

Kings, their crowns weighed with authority, and commoners, their hopes and dreams intertwined with the tapestry of life, listened with bated breath. Slaves, with shackles that had bound them for generations, and the free, who reveled in their liberties, were equally captivated. The rich, their wealth as vast as the stars, and the poor, struggling to make ends meet, shared in this moment of eerie unity.

The old, bearing the wisdom of time etched into their wrinkles, and the young, their futures ripe with untold potential, were drawn to the celestial message. The strong, their bodies chiseled by determination and discipline, and the weak, fighting an uphill battle against the odds, felt their souls stir with an inexplicable force.

From every corner of existence, beings of various races and backgrounds, united by the enigmatic voice that reverberated through the cosmos, raised their eyes to the heavens. They stood in eerie harmony, as though a cosmic force had synchronized their actions.None of them exchanged glances or sought the source of this ethereal voice, for they all knew, instinctively, that it hailed from the celestial expanse above

And so, they listened, each heart and mind touched by the words of the cosmic entity, their destinies irrevocably intertwined in the impending reckoning that would reshape the very fabric of existence.