Do you even understand...
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The finer concepts of reality are shorn away.
A gash, not unlike a gaping wound, appears between dimensions. Long ago, he looked upon this reality with contempt. Now it is mere destiny that he should do this. Eventually, it will happen. It is inevitable. Perhaps his future will be determined this day, or perhaps it will be pushed aside for a later date.
It is all according to the laws that all beings prescribe to, even the distant many-angled things hiding between the walls of understanding and conceptual thought.
He approaches.
Dark, lingering on the cusp of corporeal and ethereal, smoking tendrils consuming entire worlds and leaving them as they once were. He uses them as a stepping stone, leaving naught but his shadow for sane minds to contemplate. Maybe he would be worshiped as a god on that planet until its dying day. Or the primitive minds belonging to it, twisted and crippled in agony, would merely be the staging grounds of the Horror to come.
Yet he clawed his way into the CVnU, penetrating deeper into the sphere with every passing moment. His unfathomable universal mass a whisper and a dream, a nightmarish ghoul leaping from star system to star system. He drew closer now, to the gates of magic. Here he would take the plunge into the next phase of his spiteful plan.
However, always were there obstacles in the way of true genius - this situation notwithstanding.
(@below0gaming, @jean_knightfall)
He materialized a body, the entirety of his malleable universe-spanning mass confined to a single entity. Tall, beautiful, and with an emotion on his plaster-white face betraying minor annoyance intermingled with sudden and bold remembrance, he approached the gates of the arcane realm.
"Hello again, Jean Knightfall. Have you been well?" he asked redundantly.
"Move aside. I have a realm of magic to unleash into realspace."
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