Aurelius stood in the center of the thinning with his Provenance wrapped around him, and the pressure that had unmade three of his Elders met that truth and stopped, exactly as it had stopped eleven times before, and for one breath the Elseworld believed!
Maybe!
The Provenance of their leader was special! It was grand!
They believed.
Then... the Collector pressed as undeniable golden rivers crashed down.
The Provenance bent. From the mountain he rushed from with Thalia, Noah saw it bend, saw the edges of the Unfallen Vanguard curl inward under a weight that did not care what had been declared, and Aurelius Vasiliou, who had never once in eleven stands taken a step backward, took one!
Blood came out of his mouth.
This was an Immense One. His standing and Dimensionality was unfathomably higher as what could the Provenance of a single Provenance Lifeform do?
Did you believe you had friends among my kind?|
The pressure ground down against the bending truth.
