A Dimension about to change hands holds its breath heavily.
The burning skies of THE Vhelgaros hung low and red over a plain of cracked black stone that stretched across an entire Observable Existence, and upon that plain, two armies faced each other in a silence so heavy that even the wind had chosen a side and stopped moving!
On one side stood the army of THE Creature.
Hundreds of Primeval Ones floated in loose, grand formations behind him, titans of bone and Ego and petrified starlight, generals and soldiers alike gathered across multiple Observable Existences under the banner of a single masked figure wreathed in obsidian and white-gold flames.
They had knelt to him one by one across this campaign, some through defeat and some through awe, and every one of them now watched their Great Ruler hover at the front of their formation with the calm of a being who had never once needed to raise his voice to be obeyed!
