The chase had scattered them.
Across the two sundered halves of the Dimensional Provenance Train, the gathered gazes had broken formation and thrown themselves into the cracks of existence after the ghost who had killed one of their own.
THE SLEEPLESS FIEND, THE UNPAID COLLECTOR, THE CACKLING BUTCHER, all of them gone into the dark, howling and blazing after what remained of Vakochev, chasing a Fallen Hero back into the wound he had vanished through!
An Immense One had been slain! Every one of them wanted to be the hand that made certain it did not happen twice.
So the region emptied.
Noah watched it empty from the far rim, his masked eye hanging quiet in the falling snow. Where the sky had been crowded with the eyes of monsters, now there were only a few, and then fewer, gazes flickering out and vanishing into the deep dark, each one gone on its own hunt or its own retreat from the cold that had begun to fall.
