Upon a white platform on the back of a Steed, in the dark between all Dimensions, Existence itself watched a Human, and marveled in silence.
THE Creature's obsidian flames burned low and even as his gaze rested on THE Youngest. On the crowned figure seated at the head of a grand lifeform, speaking easily with his companions. On the being who had, in the span of one Dimension, undergone tremendous change.
The Youngest had pulled far ahead. At this moment, seated on that Steed, he should be…a bit more powerful than him.
"…"
THE Creature looked down at his own hands.
Obsidian fingers, threaded now with white-gold from the Primeval tail at his back. Hands that had carried eras. Hands that had never once, in all the long bearing, felt like they were holding less than they should.
And yet.
