The sharp light of transportation dissolved around them like morning mist, revealing the familiar golden expanse of the Early Veiled Shore.
Noah's feet touched the warm sands with the satisfaction of one returning home after a journey through existential chaos, but what greeted his eyes made even his enhanced perception pause in appreciation.
The massive corpse of the Primordial Death lay compressed upon the golden shore like a monument to impossible victory!
Its skeletal form, which had towered over armies of Living Existences mere moments ago, now rested in defeated stillness.
The bones themselves seemed to pulse with residual deathly authority, creating distortions in the air above them where existence itself remained uncertain about accommodating such concentrated ending.
But it was not alone in its repose. Scattered across the pristine sands lay thousands of bone fragments, pieces of otherworldly flesh, and crystallized segments of what had once been Dead Existences.
