Another day, another aimless trek through the void. By now Tom was fairly adept at finding his way to Dagon's domain, despite the ever-shifting landscape of nothingness, but today he was preoccupied and managed to lose his way. He knew the void would send him to his patron god eventually, but this was little consolation with the empty blackness pressing against him and the whispers of shadows that weren't there tickling his ears.
In the distance he saw some kind of figure, though given the nature of the void and its denizens it was impossible to say what it was. He reassured himself that Dagon would not allow any other being to hold power over him. For long.












