Pact of Blood
He was now sitting in the kitchen, his face contorted in a look of profound betrayal.
Then, the scene changed again: Dave was standing in the square, his eyes hollow, screaming at Laura, his voice distorted into a metallic shriek that echoed through the Void, amplified a thousand times.
"I was never enough," the phantom Dave roared, his form flickering like a damaged hologram. "You chose a god over a man, and now you’ll watch as I tear this prison apart from the inside!"
It was a psychic laceration. Each time the image of Dave spoke, a shockwave of negative energy slammed into Vlad and Laura.