Far from THE Source Lands.
Deep in THE Infinite Carcosa, in the drifting Dimension called THE Hollow Argosy, an army stood waiting.
Millions of them!
Rank upon rank of Infinite True Lifeforms filled the middle distance, their silent seas running silver through their frames, escalation stacked upon escalation until the air of the Dimension rang with compounding weight.
Beside them and above them stood the Gilded Ones in their brilliance, amplified Egos burning gold and white across the ranks, an ocean of exposed glory that lit the underside of the Dimension's broken sky.
Millions of the mighty, holding formation in silence, waiting on one man at the forefront.
And at the forefront stood a vessel of THE Sealed One.
This one wore a tall frame in dark imperial layers, hands clasped behind its back, and it looked out over the assembled millions with the easy pleasure of an owner walking his own fields.
Beside him stood a Primeval Lifeform.
