Around this same time.
Within the Megalos Beyond- inside the Pantheon of Umbra.
Celebrations filled with the odd culture of eldritch horrors were underway as the followers of the Great Beyonder converged around the Instrument, which was currently being led by the Great Wheel and his forces.
In the depths of Umbra, the main body of Savitar floated in a chaotic region of purple flames, a mountain of bones underneath him as his Megalos Regnum was being expressed freely and without fervor.
His skull held many complex emotions as moments later, the flickering flames within his Sockets turned to see a figure manifesting above his mountain of bones.
It was none other than the Great Ponderor.
His body remained clouded by obsidian waves of darkness, but when Savitar looked deeply within, he could see the expression of contained rage.
The moment he arrived, his words were succinct.
|Tell him I want peace.|
WAA!
Peace.
