Damon—or rather Amon—stood before Aetherus.
For the first time, that human form was gone.
What stood before Damon now was a colossal entity that bore no resemblance to mankind. Countless faces were embedded across its immense body, each one carrying a different expression, some weeping, some laughing, others forever frozen in silent screams. His head was the sun itself, burning with impossible radiance as its light illuminated the world beneath it. Across his broad chest and stomach stretched towering mountain ranges, vast rivers, deep valleys, and endless forests that seemed to breathe with life.
Entire cities rested upon his flesh. Some stood upon fertile lands while others floated atop translucent oceans whose waters shimmered with every movement. His body was formed from the nine great continents themselves, while immeasurable seas revolved around a burning core that pulsed like the heart of creation.
Then...
The oceans moved.
