While a Tyrant began to fully and truly utilize Perpetual Harvest on one side of The Veil, his image…had already begun to spread on the other side of The Veil!
An unknown number of Gigaparsecs into The Dead Side of The Veil.
The Pillar of Order's Repose stretched upward like a finger of pure white light pressed against the throat of existence itself.
It was massive.
Multiple Folds could have been stacked within its circumference and still not reached halfway around its base!
Its height disappeared into dimensions that eyes were not meant to perceive, ascending through layers of reality until it became less a physical structure and more a fundamental truth of this region's existence.
Around this impossible monument, hundreds of thousands of Prime Dead Early Creatures floated in perfect meditation, their forms arranged in concentric circles that pulsed with the rhythm of a heart that had forgotten how to beat.
