The Dead Early Creatures on the walls emanated shocking waves of power, their Complexity and Purity a chilling, silent scream that was at least a few thousand Quadrillion!
These were not The Dead as others knew them. These were The Prime Dead!
The interior of the grand citadel was a symphony of silent, ordered death. Massive, obsidian-white monoliths, each one carved from a single, impossibly large bone, rose everywhere, their surfaces etched with the intricate, geometric patterns of a forgotten, deathly Order.
Mountains of swirling white bones, each one a silent testament to a life extinguished, permeated the city and from them, a shocking amount of complexity pulsed.
Towards the center of this impossible city, a Dead Early Creature floated forward, her movements a graceful, silent ballet.
A pristine, white light of Order permeated the air around her, a stark, beautiful contrast to the deep, starless black of her hair, which shone resplendent with her own, terrible power!
