Royal Origin Calypso and Royal Law Tristesse floated side by side, their visages radiant with ancient power, exuding a splendor that bent the air around them.
Each emanated a sovereign presence- Calypso cloaked in regality, Tristesse in a calculated composure that never wavered.
Around them, existence itself groaned.
The Transcendent Inevitability raged.
Its tentacles lashed across reality, multicolored strands of hunger and ruin snapping and writhing.
Living Paradoxes- once draped in wings of contradiction and shimmering halos- tried to flee. But under the suffocating silence of Tristesse's Law, their Authorities were nullified.
Powerless, many of them were caught!
HUUM!
The Inevitability devoured without pause.
Tentacles seized them mid-flight. Their radiant forms turned gray, dulling into husks as they were reeled back toward the central writhing mass. They had summoned it. And now, they were its feast!
Tristesse stood motionless, gaze locked onto the calamity.
