One head descended to eye level with Valdris, bringing its massive bulk close enough that the Devil could see his reflection in eyes that had witnessed millennia.
"REY IS MY NEW MASTER. THIS IS NOT ENSLAVEMENT—THIS IS FULFILLMENT OF PURPOSE I HAVE AWAITED SINCE BEING PLACED IN THESE DEPTHS BY MY PREVIOUS MASTER."
Valdris's expression shifted to confusion mixed with growing dread.
"Previous master? You're a Chaos Dweller—a manifestation of pure Chaos. You don't have masters. You exist as force of nature, not as servant to—"
"INCORRECT," the Prince interrupted, its tone carrying certainty absolute. "I WAS CREATED. SHAPED FROM RAW CHAOS ENERGY AND GIVEN PURPOSE THROUGH ANCIENT TECHNIQUES THAT PREDATE YOUR CIVILIZATION. MY PREVIOUS MASTER POSITIONED ME HERE, IN THE LABYRINTH'S DEPTHS, TO WAIT FOR SPECIFIC CONDITIONS."
Another head joined the first, both studying Valdris with intensity that made his Devil-tier perception ache.
