Mortal scholars spoke of continents. Then, they spoke in terms of nations, mountain ranges, river basins, and the slow march of royal armies across decades of conquest. A continent was the cradle of millions of lives, an unmoving anchor of rock and soil upon which ages built their cities, plowed their terraced fields. Then they buried their ancestors.
To imagine an organism whose physical mass dwarfed three such continents combined was an insult to mortal sanity.
Yet there it hung, suspended in the upper stratosphere and low orbit of the Azure Cloud Realm. The uncoiled totality of the Void Broodmother Nihil-Kraken.
The beast had first poked its exploratory appendages through the space-folding rift. Then, the world had witnessed only the vanguard tentacles. But now that Lin Xiao had hauled the entire monster into realspace, its full, terrifying proportions were laid bare against the high sky. From the jagged fiery crest of its main mantle down to the tips of its ten thousand trailing tendrils, the cosmic hunting beast spanned over twelve thousand miles. If laid across the mortal map, its stone-hard black glass skull would crush the northern frozen wastes into boiling powder, its central mantle would bury the seven kingdoms of the Central Continent beneath iron-hard black stone. Its thrashing tentacles would whip the southern oceans into boiled away froth.
