As the inhabitants of a certain Reality tried to control the weaving of destiny under their feet, the existence benefitting from the Reality itself and even gaining a passive generation of the Essence of Reality was more in tune than the vast majority.
Yet even as the major controller, she wasn't even within the Reality itself as at this moment in time, the veiled Primordial Cecilia was wrapped in the folds of space as she observed a crucial juncture within one of the Emerging Realities she managed.
It was a scene of a bloody and glorious war that was spearheaded by a powerful race of existences that all boasted a minimum size of a few thousand miles, their eyes crimson red as their humanoid bodies were adorned by silver-white hair that glimmered in the stellar Primordial Sea.
