In the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
Where once stood a Paradoxical Prison, there now churned a battlefield!
The ancient structure shattered like glass under the weight of too many truths contorted into lies. Now, the broken remnants of that prison framed a war of extremities as Living Paradoxes clashed with Living Origins.
And the Paradoxes were winning as they had sheer numbers- led by Oryzarakh!
Booming layers of twisted brilliance erupted from over a few dozen Paradoxes, each hurling immense Authority- Living Paradoxical weavings formed from hundreds of millions of Lattices. These strands undid everything in their path. They folded existence backward into the shape of confusion and doubt.
Amid this surreal deluge, a solitary light pushed against the tide. Vast. Glacial. Immense.
Vorellion.
