While one being began hunting Primordial Architects across THE Wyld, another had continued his assault on a distant mountain.
THE Gilded White Mountain no longer looked the way it had looked an hour earlier.
Its pale slopes were streaked with the residue of violence. The temples that had once risen in tiered arrangements along its flanks stood in various states of ruin, some of them fully collapsed into piles of their own white stone, others standing in half-standing configurations that the mountain's structural authority could no longer sustain much longer.
The golden roofs that had capped the temples had been peeled back or ripped away entirely. The friezes along the upper registers, the carved scenes of Gilded Ones receiving reverence from kneeling Primordial Architects, had been gouged and scorched, the faces of the Gilded figures specifically ruined by flames that had been applied to them with the deliberate care of a being who wanted the defacement to be noticed.
