They tore through the frozen Evergrave like a comet through the dark.
Behind them, the Unanimous Frost was gaining. Sixteen purposes in one body, cracking the land beneath it as it came, its glacial light slowing every thread of Noah's Dream that reached back toward it. Ul'moreth's hair hung dull gold, his Mana a shallow tide. The Amalgamation's crowned skull was already rimed with frost.
Then the edges of the Evergrave began to disappear!
At the farthest reach of his Dream, the snow was coming in white and kept coming. A Lineage stronghold, gone. A frozen river, gone. Erased into flat white, and all of it moving inward from every side at once.
Reading: THE Unwritten Contingency.|
|A clause written into the flow of THE Long Night by THE Curator. If the flow of this region is threatened, the winter accelerates until the region is erased, and the cold begins again.|
|The region will be erased in: ?????|
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