The colossal being before Logan defied all notions of scale and comprehension.
It was a tortoise. An ancient, primordial tortoise, yet its mere existence warped reality around it. Its head alone spanned the size of an entire continent, a mountainous dome of weathered, leathery skin the color of deep earth and forgotten stone.
Deep wrinkles carved across its face like canyons shaped over eons, each fold carrying the crushing weight of forgotten ages.
Two immense eyes, glowing with a soft cosmic amber light, regarded Logan with calm, unblinking wisdom.
There was no malice within them. Only the patient indifference of something that had watched stars ignite, burn, and die.
Its shell rose behind its head like a living planetary body, an arched, impenetrable fortress dominating the twisted void of space and time itself.
The shell's surface was a dark, obsidian-like black, yet it shimmered with intricate golden engravings that pulsed with a faint inner radiance.
