The Nightmare hung over the Legacy again, risen out of its own ash, and Noah looked at what was left beneath it.
Elsedimensions cracked down their middles. Snow stained grey. Halls with their roofs torn off and their gardens burned flat in the shape of a pale fire's passing. Moriarty, lying broken against the side of a split mountain with his Immensity in rags around him.
A hundred old Immense Ones scattered across the snowfields like fallen leaves, their Immensities flickering, held to a quarter of themselves and then hammered lower. Theon, somewhere below, on his knees in the ash, trying to lift someone twice his size.
Above it all hung the nine, untouched and patiant, waiting for the next blow to land.
He had seen this before.
This Legacy was only the latest. Before it, there had been a city he had walked through. A world, a realm, a galaxy, a universe, a cosmos, a Qheel of Existence...an Observable Existence.
