The spacetime that had been in stasis for one million eight hundred and seventy thousand years was gradually disintegrating.
The wheel of history began to turn once more, everything that had once been frozen broke free of its shackles, the sea that had been locked in ice surged again, ever fiercer winds poured into the vortex from every direction, and the "spherical shell" covering this space shattered in utter silence—falling together with the torrential rain came a low, distant roar from far-off Talronde, as if it contained endless madness and chaos.
