The air seems to tighten and heat, harkening the presence of the Almighty.
He is on approach to a fragment of light, a simple strand floating in the Beyond. Bahamut’s mighty sabers fold and reality splits, the Draconian’s claws wrapping around this strand. Gently, carefully, the god pulls the floating wisps together. He weaves a tapestry of this Light with the utmost focus, gently pulling together what was lost.
The god brushes the remaining pieces away, the paradigm of his creative state once again shatters and reforms, and reality is restored.
Before him lies his chosen, asleep in the void. The tip of a claw glances past the skin of the King’s forehead, an otherworldly electricity creating sparks in its path. The voice of the Almighty rings in this displaced space, shaking what particles remain.
“Awaken, King of the Stone, and breathe once again.”
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