The massive tear remained open.
Worse, it began to expand.
The edges grew with the steady certainty of infection spreading, each moment allowing more of that terminal space to bleed into the Elemental Folds.
Who knew when it would be discovered by those with authority to act? How many more Dead Existences would step through before someone noticed? What would emerge when the tear grew large enough to accommodate things bigger than cat-shaped endings?
The glacial Wheels far, far away continued their spinning, unaware that their number had been reduced, unable to comprehend that death had learned to walk and had found their cold refreshing.
Somewhere, someone should have been monitoring such things.
Someone should have noticed reality tearing. Someone should have sounded alarms!
But everyone was preparing for the Kleos Concordat, and tears in existence would have to wait their turn for attention.
