Although the shaking of existence had paused the war for a brief moment, the violence in the unknown Dimension of black stone and burning skies was far from settled.
Two Primeval Ones circled THE Creature. They were vast, old, and bleeding, shimmering with hoarded authority, and entirely unaware that the foundation of their power had just rotted away beneath them!
In truth, existence had just undergone a violent restructuring.
When Vakochev's Scales fractured across reality, the lineages of Descendants heard a booming voice delivering the new laws of THE Provenance of Existence. THE Creature heard nothing at all!
He did not need to hear a voice.
His Pantheon of All Existence was the surroundings themselves. When the physical and conceptual rules of the burning skies and black stone changed, the new grammar inscribed itself directly into his flesh and his Intent.
