A terrible stillness settled across THE Gilded White Mountain.
Then, from the highest tier of the grandest temple, a massive figure stepped into view.
The Primordial Architect who emerged burned with plasmic golden flames that crawled across his skin in slow whorls, the color brighter and cleaner than the multicolored gold of THE Creature's fires. He stood twice the height of any other being on the mountain. His body was built in the proportions of a war-statue rather than a living creature. Oh, and he had two heads.
Two heads, side by side, set upon the single massive neck, each one crowned with a halo of its own plasmic flames. Both faces were sculpted. Both faces were handsome.
And both faces were showing rage at this moment, the left head's anger cold and measured, the right head's anger hot and open-mouthed, the two expressions working together the way a blade and a bludgeon work together when a single enemy must be dealt with from multiple angles at once.
