Having some recollection of Leviathan, of its previous role in the world beyond the Fog, the feeling of treading vast pathways intersecting ad infinitum was familiar. Corridors branching into endlessness, vast abysses that yawn below stone bridges parapets -- navigating the labyrinth, even at the Entity's side, felt natural. To come to a stop before her beating heart, though, held gravity. In reverence, it held itself back from her in stride, lingering two steps behind.
The chamber of her heart widening around it, hollow and vast like a great ribcage, it could feel the deep, resonant beating that reverberated out of the crystalline manifestation. With its hands clasped behind its back, it leaned forward to get a little closer, to watch with rapt attention the way the red light within seemed to smolder -- but not too close.
But being asked if its new role brought it pleasure seemed to surprise it. The Priest, straightening, regarded its Mistress with a subtle tilt of the head.
" It does, my queen. " Pausing, the cenobite took note of the emptiness of the chamber. The overwhelming silence nestled between heartbeats. " You have not shown this to another of your agents before, have you? "
