While a Monarch began to teach in one corner of Observable Existence, in The Lands of The Dead, something entirely different was unfolding.
The region was expansive beyond measure, stretching across dimensions that normal entities couldn't perceive.
Order and Death intertwined in perfect harmony here.
Obsidian structures rose alongside white marble monuments, creating a checkerboard pattern that extended infinitely.
The air itself pulsed with the authority of finality and structure combined.
At the very center of this domain, a massive obsidian-white throne could be seen.
Currently, it sat fractured.
Cracks ran through its surface like spiderwebs, and pieces had fallen away to reveal the emptiness beneath.
Sprawled on it while wailing and crying was none other than THE Dead Order.
Well, she really couldn't be given a capital THE anymore.
Just The Dead Order now.
If anyone were to see her current state of being, they would be filled with a sense of sadness.
