The heads of six Origin Ouroboros emerged from the cracks in space, and a careful observer would realize that these cracks did not look torn, but seemed to have been chewed through, due to the ragged chunks of Reality that were simply missing.
They appeared to be slowly emerging from the cracks, but that was only if you were watching them from the eighth-dimensional level, any lower order immortals would just see a blur of endless stretch of scaled flesh that resembled the face of destruction, from stars bleeding out their guts into the Aether, or the screams of dying dimensions as they collapsed into nothing.
Divus, who led her brothers and sisters to the Great Desert, did not care for anything else in Reality. Everything could be ending, and she would not blink an eye.
In her mind, there was only Rowan; everything else was prey.
