While Naldine and Osmont crossed THE Interstices.
In the Lands of the Dead.
The Living had their spotlight while the dead shone in the endless shadow behind them. This was the natural order of existence, the balance that most never perceived because they were too focused on the brightness of life to notice the vast darkness stretching infinitely beyond it.
THE Dead Order knew this more than others.
She had not been given her spotlight to shine for eons, remaining behind the scenes while lesser beings claimed glory that should have been hers. Her weavings had been collapsed, her authority diminished, her very existence reduced to something that required rescue rather than inspiring fear. But now, her time was coming. THE Creature had restored her, elevated her, granted her power that finally matched the grandeur she had always deserved.
She wanted pain and vengeance against all those who went against her.
