THE Faceless Immense One lifted one long, too-thin hand, and closed it into a fist.
The storm stopped!
Every flake of snow hung where it was. The black and white walls of the blizzard froze mid-turn. And then, from the edges inward, the whole Evergrave began to fade. The open ruin of the tunnels went grey and thin, and the frozen city with it. The dead white sun dimmed to a smudge, and the smudge went out.
Noah felt the ground leave his feet.
For a moment, there was nothing. Nineteen Immense Ones hung in a dark without edges, and with them, Noah and his sixteen Risen Dreams, and the Lanterns with their glass beads, and the Ember-Keeper with its guttering flame.
Then a new place began to come in around them!
