Chapter 384 – Fog
Nothing could be seen.
The entire space was drowned in thick grey fog, so dense it could cloud even the greatest Seer known to the universe. The fog rolled upon itself, undulating endlessly like a living storm, as if it possessed a will of its own.
But to speak of the fog was to speak of the space itself, an expanse so vast it stretched to half the size of Laeh, and yet it was only the dwelling of one being.
If one's eyes were special enough, they could pierce through the haze and glimpse a figure — a woman, to be precise — sitting upon a throne of grey stone wrapped in the souls of beings powerful enough to destroy worlds with a mere breath. A ridiculous, suffocating power radiated from her, so immense that the fog itself quivered and bowed in her presence.
