Chapter 83 White-Robed Worldbane, The Aeonian Gambit

It began not with a sound, but with a silence. A profound, world-encompassing hush that stole the breath from every living creature across the Three Thousand Wayrealms. Then, the color began to drain from the sky. From the highest peaks of the Central Holy Dominion to the deepest abysses of the Nether Sea, the familiar azure, the brilliant gold of dawn, the violet tapestry of twilight—all of it bled away. It was replaced by a sterile, uniform, and absolute white. It was not the white of clouds...