The fourth seal is where the world ends.
I have seen it. The Pale Matron took flesh, and everything I could see to the horizon was shattered. The damned thing even threw the Caelith into space… and now it was about to begin.
I felt the world shudder, and I slowed my beating heart. Vrakth's remains were still drifting down through the red haze as I turned towards the source of that shudder.
Nine miles east, the tentacle that had risen from the earth was no longer the only one. Three more had joined it, each a mile thick, each climbing into the red sky like the fingers of a hand.
The Pale Matron was waking. Not fully, and enough that her presence was beginning to press against reality, and with her waking came the fourth wave.
The fissures in space, already multiplying, began to tear wider. I felt it through my Space Resonance, and all of it was background noise.
I stretched my hand towards the massive pyramid in the distance and activated my connection with it.
