In a sector of the battlefield where the light of the East met the cosmic dance of the Trimurti, a silence far more terrifying than the roar of war descended.
Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu stood at the vanguard of a massive coalition, their divine radiance intermingling with the jade and pearl auras of Nuwa and the high Saints of the Chinese Pantheon.
Before them drifted a horror that defied the scale of the war.
This was not merely a Matured Outer One, it was as if it was a Primal Singularity, an entity whose physical mass eclipsed the other monsters as a sun eclipses a candle.
Its body was a mountain of grey, calcified flesh, and upon its surface were millions of eyes, they were not blinking, they were not even moving, it simply stared in a daze as if indifferent to whatever is happening.
This creature had bypassed Hades' conceptual barrier as if the Law of the Supreme Deity were a mere suggestion.
