The sensation of returning to existence was not a gentle awakening.
It was a violent, tectonic realignment of reality itself.
Deep within the shattered canyons of the Injunction Sanctuary, where the air tasted of ozone and preserved trauma, a mountain of ice and obsidian shuddered.
It reformed.
Magma began flowing through veins of diamond-hard ice.
Lightning arced between pillars of stone that served as ribs for something incomprehensibly vast.
A heart of an Early Creature, composed of swirling, perpetual storm...began to beat once more.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
Aethon, The Primeval Storm-Forge, opened eyes that burned with light of binary star system!
He was an Elder Early Creature of the Civilization of Elementals. The Civilization of Elements!
A being whose very anatomy was living map of catastrophic weather events.
His distinction was The Weaver of Calamities...a title earned in era before time had learned to march in straight line.
He breathed in.
