The path before them was clear, a corridor of stillness carved through the sea of Revenants. The creatures stood motionless on either side, their twisted forms illuminated by the eerie glow of their fractured cores. They did not growl, did not lunge.
Beyond the mass of monsters, the Last verse loomed above the world, a monolith that defied reason, reaching so far into the heavens that its peak was swallowed by the storm-choked clouds.
It was neither entirely of metal nor wholly of flesh, yet it pulsed as if alive. Its surface, a shifting lattice of dark steel and chitinous plating, shimmered with a dull luminescence, veins of unknown circuitry glowing faintly beneath the layers. The material was seamless, as though the structure had grown rather than been built, its foundations lost in a twisting web of roots, wires, and ancient stone.
