yolk

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deep within the void, within what can be assumed it's very core, a creature of dread, of pure darkness-

a living, breathing blackhole.

the yolk of the core it resides in. once the seal is broken the dreadful beast is born. covered in tars of darkness it gasps for it's breath at last.

it's wings will open and the void will tear apart.

flies through until it reaches the surface-

the realms.

it consumes the light that tries to shine through. with it's wings open wide, the skies fall apart. with a horrifying screech, space and time distorts. and with its sheer power, the worlds, the realms, are destroyed.

nothing can escape its terror-

all will fall. they call it,

the Destroyer of Realms.

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