Void | Demonic | Telekinesis

Every movement is an invitation.

You enter, and do not leave.

Every step they take is a morsel.

Every blow they throw is a sensation you twist and gorge upon.

You are the hunger beneath all motion—

the abyss that waits when stillness returns.

Your grip is felt:

a leeching pressure that coils through tendon, muscle, breath.

In your bind, nothing is wasted.

Their strength becomes yours.

Their motion feeds the void.

And all that moves

will return to the stillness that came before—

and the stillness yet to come.

Power: Voidweaver’s Abyssal Bind

Abilities Unlocked:

Primary – Others: Abyssal Severance