[This time silence does not fill the gap between replies—hers or his, or the sounds pursuing Isley. They grow closer, even louder than before, and the Abyssal One can be heard shifting so that he can turn to face whatever is coming.]
I am not too far from home, you don't need to—
[How can one describe the sound a warped and lumbering creature makes as it skulks out of the shadows? Its guttural moans, the loud sniffing of the air that first turns its head upward, then toward you. The way its head jerks in your direction—his direction. The snap of the neck, the discernible shift in its form as it crouches. As it gets ready.]
—worry...
[He unsheathes his sword and the sound screams over the Forge's speakers.]
Voice
I am not too far from home, you don't need to—
[How can one describe the sound a warped and lumbering creature makes as it skulks out of the shadows? Its guttural moans, the loud sniffing of the air that first turns its head upward, then toward you. The way its head jerks in your direction—his direction. The snap of the neck, the discernible shift in its form as it crouches. As it gets ready.]
—worry...
[He unsheathes his sword and the sound screams over the Forge's speakers.]
Of course. I should have annihilated—
[The connection cuts out there.]