Meanwhile, all across Etheron, chaos stirred beneath the silence.
Whether it was the vampire clans in their blood-soaked spires, the elven archmagi hidden deep within their crystalline forests, the human nations scrambling beneath protective barriers, or the ancient beasts that ruled the skies—all looked up as one.
The heavens had not returned to normal.
A colossal hand of nebula still stretched across the sky, moving with the slow, deliberate grace of something that had existed before time.
A torso woven from galaxies shimmered into view, its beating heart glowing like a pulsating supernova. From the swirls of a million stars, a head formed—one with no face, only eyes of pure starlight, infinite and eternal, gazing down upon the world below.
The night sky had become a living titan. A celestial being of impossible scale, so immense that mountains looked like ants and continents like dust beneath its gaze.
