As Thauron, the Null Monarch, said this.
Bob observed hundreds of Dead Things.
Hundreds.
Not one hundred.
Ranging from Resplendent Monads all the way to Nascent Source-Bearer Complexities.
And all of them stood or sat on the Rim of the Wheel, of the Vorrell Crucible where the Sorrowglass Fabled Gauntlet was taking place.
They stood or sat as they held obsidian pens in their hands, moving them to write down their records.
But waves of their True Source were used up with every stroke, as Bob could see some Dead Things who looked utterly exhausted, as if they could not handle the expenditure.
