His own existence buzzed as a harvest almost equivalent to when he collapsed THE Weavers began to flood into him!
The authority that came from having an Absolute back your Way was immense. It was a relationship that benefited both parties in ways that transcended normal understanding.
But right now wasn't about him.
He looked at the one who had taught him the Phonemes of The First Tongue.
The glorious visage of Ul'moreth shone with obsidian and gold light that blazed against the corrupted backdrop of The Wastes of THE Fallout. The abundance of hair that surrounded him seemed to pulse with life of its own, each strand carrying authority that would have crushed Fundamental Depth entities through proximity alone.
The hair looked like it was hiding a mountain of Immensity and wonder beneath its countless strands. Like the true form of Ul'moreth was something so vast and profound that it required this covering to exist within normal space without tearing reality apart.
