In the Transcendent Origin Folds.
The decimation was so absolute, so thorough, that existence itself felt insufficient.
Aeternitas Concordia, once a golden jewel of commerce and a testament to the cooperative might of the Living Existences, was now a graveyard of broken dreams!
The grand towers that had pierced the heavens were reduced to jagged stumps of tarnished gold, their surfaces scarred by an authority that had made even light forget its own nature.
Bridges that had once elegantly spanned impossible distances now hung like the snapped strings of a forgotten instrument.
A dead silence reigned, a quiet so profound it was more oppressive than any scream.
It was broken only by the faint, grotesque sounds of twitching skeletons, the countless Fold Dwellers and Living Existences who had been caught in the initial wave of Nysteria's arrival.
They were neither alive nor truly dead, but thry were becoming…Dead Existences!
"Order…"
