The skies of THE Serenaros Dimension settled into a deceptive calm following the Arbiter's explosive death, but the fabric of reality at the borders had already calcified.
An unfathomable narrative power wrapped around the entire Dimension, locking the gates of space and time with absolute, systemic authority. Nobody could leave!
The budding Narrative of Existence was simply waiting, gathering its assigned actors across the crossing-dark, and it would only raise the curtain once a sufficient number of confirmed lifeforms were embroiled in it.
Up in the unseen layers of existence Noah Osmont observed the weeping purple wound in the sky finally close completely. The terrifying gaze of THE ECSTATIC FLAYER retreated, leaving the broken mountain peaks to the survivors.
He had given rains to THE Closed Crown before.
