The endless dazzling white stretches upwards indefinitely, until it completely dissolves into a vast brightness, all illusions vanish, and the scene returns to nineteen suns and countless northern lights frozen in the sky, with the icy plain beneath their feet.
Ronan ultimately did not get to see the form of the Ancient Frost Whale that Chaguscona spoke of.
He was so insignificant, compared to such a colossal creature born from the Mythical Era, insignificant as a grain of sand.
Even the ancient Silver Eel Ronan saw on his return from the Southern regions to the East Coast, in front of the Ancient Frost Whale, seemed like mere dust.
Ronan gazed long at the sky, in the direction where the silhouette of the Ancient Frost Whale finally disappeared, still immersed in the indescribable great shock, unable to extricate himself for a long time.
"You actually managed to tame such a... magnificent existence."
