In the Transcendent Origin Folds.
Within a localized dominion of layered beginnings, countless floating continents the size of omniverses drifted through a haze of white-gold wind.
Each mass hovered on the back of silent, radiant wheels of existence- monuments of Beginning left from utter wonders!
Amid this grandeur, a Living Origin watched.
She floated in repose above a still lake of Origin Authority, its waters placid and clear as glass. Her figure was feline yet celestial as she observed a tower with rapt attention!
"I Herald His Coming..."
"I Herald His Ruin."
She narrowed her eyes.
Such words came and came again, slow and deliberate.
"I Herald His Coming..."
"I Herald His Ruin!"
She tilted her head. "Yes, yes, I've heard it twice now. Let's not make it a third."
HUUM!
With a twitch of her tail, her wings flared- the folded mountains of white-gold unfurling as an enormous rune circle pulsed into being.
