Far away.
Another body of Ormarr Grimtunge moved quickly through the interior of a vast floating mountain within THE Krazhor-Nul.
The mountain was ancient beyond the framing of any Scale as its hollowed passages stretched wide enough for beings the size of hills to pass one another, walls of primordial black stone veined with rivers of Infinity that pulsed like slow heartbeats, and carvings older than eras were etched across every surface as they depicted coiled Steeds and towering riders whose faces had been worn away by time itself.
Ormarr's coils carried him through these passages at speed.
He passed other True Lifeforms as he moved. A towering elk-like existence whose antlers held miniature storms nodded to him in greeting. A three-faced woman wreathed in gray flames raised a hand as he passed her chamber. A brutish hound of layered stone rumbled his name in acknowledgment!
