The chains shattered.
Multicolored fragments of scorching authority blew outward across the basin and dissolved into nothing before they landed, and from the devoured coffin's resting place, something rose!
Noah, hoisted and burning in the grip of the Immense One, could not see it.
No one could see it! Its Dimensionality was too high, a walking wound in what was possible, perceivable only by the way existence flinched around its edges, by the prints that appeared in the luminous soil under no feet, by the way the honeyed air bent aside to let something pass!
An invisible part of a being, imperceivable and immense, standing free.
And the first thing it did was not rise toward the eye.
The invisible presence turned, and crossed the ruined grave, and knelt beside a small obsidian slime.
Masamuk lay at the edge of the torn mound where his devouring charge had ended, and Noah's crushed perception dragged itself toward him, and what it found made his existence buzz.
