Chapter 177 - The Night Crown

The sky tore open like fabric rent by invisible claws, and through the wound in reality descended something that had never been meant to walk among mortals. The Watcher came not as the distant observer it had always been, but as an active participant in the unfolding catastrophe. Its form defied easy description part shadow, part starlight, part mathematical equation made manifest. It moved with the inexorable certainty of entropy itself, and where its presence touched the world, colors bled away until only stark contrasts of absolute black and blinding white remained.