"No—no—" Aednor's shock was cut short by a cry of despair, and when he made out the world-shaking collision in the void, a chill ran down his own spine and his throat worked.
Both stood for the Weave of Reality, but Orion and Mordava were not on the same level at all. One stood for an Ascendant Plane, the other for a small world—a stone against an egg, true and plain. Mordava was torn utterly apart, not on the level of the body alone but ground out and annihilated at the level of the rules.
Alongside it came the clash and contest of two World Trees. They met in the rift between space and time, and the terrible churn of space looked set to remake heaven and earth, to work creation over again. The two World Trees' root-systems tangled into each other, and space shuddered under their mutual cinching and locking, then caved in. In that moment the void turned to sea, and the waves rolled high.
