[Story] The Calling
Forces assemble
Forces of the Underbeasts converge in a great royal circle, uniting the 13 Rings. The Rings whirl out of nightmare space, congregating energies of the End Times that accumulate as they intentionally subvert the World of the earth through their influence.
Great wings sway open, billowing eldritch fire as if they have no face. Others, round as a rhino and coated in sheets of metal, form roads and converge creaking cranes for deploying the roads. Brittle rock of the abstract Earth breaks apart into space as if an invisible asteroid is skidding alongside it.
A giant comes, of 13 Ranking. Towering above thousands into its snaking bulk, its head breaks prismatic shard dimensions of a million defeated evils remaining like space debris invisibly. It snarls on its enormous neck, as what appears to be a giant royal wojak stares back with bulging eyes. Wojak memes made it very uncomfortable as they reflected it so well; from all the times it transmitted across interactions of the unrepentant.
Its snarl curled into a grin, flesh towering in folds up its skull, the gigabeast moving into the face of the royal evil spirit like daffy duck confronting a hunter. It burped, a roar curling out, and incinerated its plane of existence, the artistic monster seeing only burning stick figures amongst the screaming, viscera, and lives ceasing to be lived.
The 13 creature climbed on top of the world, turning its neck like a firehose, seeing channels and whirling flow-ways of spiritual subversion, belching smoke, crashing the level of evil’s dimensions under its weight. It laughed, grinning, still only a baby. It swirled its wings, and the thousands below came with it forming them, and sailed into the Cosmos a wall of smoke and fangs formed into a longneck dragon, so many things to kill without concern of anything but the resources they saw available to cut and take.
