Chapter 84 The Final War, Devouring Fate

The universe was screaming. Not with sound, but with the silent, agonizing peel of reality tearing itself apart. At the heart of the Three Thousand Wayrealms, where the laws of existence had once been written in stone, there was now only a swirling vortex of cosmic dust and dying light. Above it all, a silent, impassive figure hung in the non-sky: the White-Robed Worldbane. It was not a creature of flesh or spirit, but an event. An axiom. The final, irrefutable statement that all things must...