It was...stitched and grafted. Assembled out of a thousand pieces that had each been reaching for the door when he ate them. But Immensity, all the same, finished and heavy and real, pressing down on the undefinition from behind him.
The five Immense Ones at his back stirred, for the first time.
"My Chorus," THE Sealed One said fondly. "Every one of them died wanting to be Immense. So I let them be Immense together. Inside me."
He lifted his hand.
The Chorus moved with him.
It came down on THE Creature first. Crimson and a thousand braided colors, the full weight of stolen potential Immensity, crashing into the vast dark shape and driving it into the foam. White and obsidian flames guttered. The fractured Root in THE Creature's chest flared, and cracked further, a new line of light splitting across it.
