As you approach the Enemy, you take the chance to observe what you can. It's a hooded figure, for one thing, swathed in black robes that block out most of the detail you might hope to glean. Even the hands you see poking out of its sleeves are gloved. You can tell that it's a lot shorter than you expected. Abnormally so, to the point where you suspect an alien. Then again, history alone tells you size isn't everything. Some of the direst villains in history were tiny. Makes sense that the greatest of them all would be. That alone doesn't tell you much, though.
But the voice...that's a male voice.
That on its own tells you little, but it at least narrows it down to humanoid aliens at the most bizarre. Something that talks with a male voice. And that voice is cold.
"Let's see what fading scraps you have to give me," says the Enemy, reaching out and laying its hand on the statue.
You ignore the affront to Gohan's dignity and focus on the voice. The voice is...dead. It's the best word for it. It issues in a sibilant hiss of a monotone, every word oozing with menace from the sheer fact of the nonchalance displayed by the speaker as a planet dies in the background. No intonation. No variation. Dead and whispered and cold.
"All gives way into nothingness, in the end," says the Enemy, its arm still on Jiichan's shoulder. "Your escaped kin will be no different. I will find them. But first...ah. Your bloodline has sorcerous potential. Not much. Pathetic scraps. But some. That will be addressed. More troublesome...ah. Kannassan Sight. What unfortunate fool was cursed with that, in your past? No matter. I will take measures. Your people will find no warning, before the end comes."
The Enemy gives Gohan's corpse a gentle push that sends it tumbling through the vacuum of space, turning away to gaze off at the distant stars. "This is only the beginning. None of you will escape me. Eventually, all gives way before the Void."
Finally, you draw around to the Enemy's front, and drift down below it. Shivering in anticipation and fear, you peek up into the shadows beneath its-
Willpower Check vs (Enemy ??? Check) DC 142: No
You scream.
You don't catch the slightest glimpse of what lies beyond the hood, but the moment your eyes try to probe that space, mindless horror overwhelms you. You shriek in insane terror, drifting through space without any control whatsoever. You can feel you mind splintering under the strain-