The tranquility of the Great Atelier, once a place of rhythmic creation and philosophical debate between the Reality Gods, was suddenly pierced by a frequency that did not belong to the spectrum of the Source.
It was not the cold, sterile logic of the Auditor, nor was it the entropic fire of Malakor. This was a sound of "Ravenous Consumption," a wet, tearing noise that seemed to originate from the very fabric upon which the multiverses were draped.
Aegis stood at the edge of his Station, his golden scepter pulsing with a frantic, warning light. The Infinite Ocean of multiverses, usually a shimmering expanse of sand-like realities, was beginning to churn with a dark, oily turbulence.
From the lightless depths of the "Dimensional Abyss"—the space between the spaces where even the Reality Gods feared to look—the Eaters had emerged.
