The obsidian lid groaned wider, its cry heavy in a place already mourning the collapse of reality itself. And as the silence bowed in reverence, he rose.
The Mawbearers lowered their heads in awe and reverence as shockingly, the one who emerged from the obsidian coffin…was a Living Thing.
And yet, they all bowed to him.
He had many names.
Aetheron Cael'Zhyr. The Nullborn Pale One.
The Hollow Mawbearer.
The Holder of the True Source of Absolute Nullity.
Silver hair, like strands of frozen starlight, cascaded down his back in sleek, weightless waves.
Crimson eyes lit from within by collapsing paradoxes swept the gathered assembly not with warmth, but with precise and piercing calculation.
His white garments clung to a gloriously defined frame, the fabric radiant in contrast to his bare feet and pale skin. The brilliance of the True Frequency of Vitality that was green and white, overabundant and vibrant...seemed to agitate him.
