It looked just as he remembered it in his dream.
The city of Sklaviunt, devoid of its citizens, alternating between a wasteland and a thriving cityscape.
Above, the Timeless Serpent slowly rotated, not doing much else.
To think that the cycle of rebirth and destruction taking place was not a conscious effort but rather a passive release of its Authority.
A truly terrifying thought.
Then again, considering what he now understood, it was unwise to refer to the sight before him as a dream.
Those so-called dreams were, in fact, him in the original timeline, just before being sent back into the alternate timeline.
Letting out a sigh, he turned, quickly coming across the sight of the one he'd been looking for.
The pale white creature had several human faces attached to spindly necks, which were further attached to a body that seemed slightly draconic, save for the fact that it had no wings.
One moment, the creature seemed alive and the next, it turned into a decayed mess.