The moment Vakochev stood upon the lid of his coffin, THE Unwithering Grove bent under an immovable presure!
A vast weight rolled out of him in every direction, steady as a rising tide. Beneath it, the verdant light of the canopy dimmed. The snow hanging suspended in the air tumbled downward in a sudden rush, as if the sky had released its grip! Across the clearing, thousands of Provenance Lifeforms pressed their foreheads into the drifts and held still, the Provenance of Life inside them flattening into silence.
Then the weight erupted into waves!
HUUM!
