For a heartbeat, the world forgets how to breathe.
Eidos stands at the very edge of the chasm, a dark silhouette against the spiraling black light of the Moon Maw. The ground beneath him is not earth but a smooth platform of obsidian that juts out over the abyss like a blade. It glimmers faintly, reflecting the fractured moonlight in rippling patterns. The obsidian seems grown, not carved. Like the Maw birthed it for him alone.
His new form is fully realized.
Fully impossible.
Shimmering strands of moonlight coil around a humanoid frame built from black bone. Not the brittle, ancient kind found in the titan skeleton, but something denser, more refined, etched with faint sigils that pulse in rhythm with the moon’s dying light.
His chest glows with a slow, steady beat.
Not a heart.
So
