The frost still clung to the bones of the glacial domain, though the howls of Inevitabilities died rapidly!
Where once roared chaos and consumption, now only a roaring silence reigned. The wriggling masses, all of them, were burning. The radiant petals of Order had flared... and then all had collapsed.
Inevitabilities ate and ate until they could eat no more.
That was their nature.
Feed them infinite reserves, overwhelm their paradoxical nature, and they would collapse under the very concept they sought to embody.
They were unstable. Even the genuine ones.
True Inevitabilities, those dreadful echoes of contradiction from beyond, were the nightmare of Foldless Ones. The kind that never ceased, never reasoned. Only consumed.
But these? These were imitations. Mutated. Crafted to simulate dread, but not sustain it.
At the end of the day, they were Imitation Mutated Inevitabilities!
