While one man made a modest advancement in THE Infiniverse.
Heavy rainfall bloomed across the Wastes in rivers of multicolored brilliance that transformed everything they touched.
The region that had earned its name through desolation and emptiness was changing. Where barren expanses had stretched for light years, new formations emerged from the saturated ground. Structures of crystallized authority rose from spaces that hadn't produced anything in eons.
The Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity was rewriting this corner of Observable Existence, and soon the Wastes might no longer deserve their name at all.
Through this transforming landscape moved a massive figure.
Beowulf, THE Primordial Armor, walked with his enormous hammer resting against one shoulder, each step pressing craters into ground too weak to support his passage.
