One million three hundred years after the Agreement was made, a small host sent by the Ancient Primordials swept towards the Origin Realms, and their numbers were in the trillions… in the scale of this battle, this was just a small force.
At the edge where Limbo met the boundary of the Origin Realms, the host to end all that was good inside Existence began to gather like a tidal wave of nightmare given volume.
Trillions seemed like a small word, but seeing it in person was a different case entirely. The blackness of their number stretched so wide it curved with the geometry of higher-dimensional space, swallowing starlight, devouring the faint auroral glow that had always marked the boundary between the Origin Realms and the desolate space that Limbo had become.
