In The Wandering Territories, far from the conflicts unfolding across multiple timelines and domains, existence continued its slow collapse.
A region of murky multicolored decay stretched across unfathomable distances, surrounded by waves of fold remnants that drifted like ash from long-dead fires. The area pulsed with instability, space itself seeming to fray at the edges where reality had given up maintaining coherence.
Through this desolate landscape, a massive white serpent moved with purposeful grace.
The creature was enormous beyond conventional measurement, its scaled body thick enough that entire citadels could have rested comfortably on its back. Each scale gleamed with pristine white brilliance that seemed out of place amid the surrounding decay. Its eyes were intelligent and ancient, carrying wisdom accumulated over countless eons.
This was Goliath, though few would recognize the humble origins from which such a magnificent being had evolved.
