User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200615002219

His disappearance through the rift brings about its closure...and lighing of that which was dark.

Pillars.

Pillars of thrones.

Thrones of crowns.

Crowns of kings. Shoguns. Emperors. Jarls.

Fosselized in ambient darkness, existence itself struggling to capture their entire presence like a mortal forced into a glare towards a thing they weren't ready to see.

The darkness flickers in its strive just as much as the material realm, catching the glint of their encased helmets dripping in a viscous black liquid much like the rest of their hidden bodies entombed in armor.

Something was leaking over them.

Yet, they were as dead-like as the grey man, the only life betraying this the amethyst glow from their masks. They glow...

...he glows. Each periodically, as if speaking...