Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170821201349/@comment-26120744-20170822003254

The Omniverse was shattered. Entire multiverse a were gone, replaced by swirling vortexes and storms of void energy, in which the Final Ones grew and grew and grew.

The multiverses and other realms conquered by the Void suffered, only galactic supercluster-sized pockets of (relative) sanity amongst the otherwise utterly formless nightmare. The areas still composed of matter were ruled by tyrants, demagogues and reavers, war and anarchy raging as the people of those places for I cared and bred ever more twisted, demented children.

This fractured realm of sub-dimensions, paradoxes and anarchy grew and grew, and had already swallowed up more than half of Existence's totality. The Well still stood, but time was fleeting.

And that was only the tip of the iceberg. For outside existence, beyond even the Furthest Ring, was the [REDACTED]. The Endless Sea. The Quantum Foam. God. The Everlasting Terror. The Far Realm. Pure Chaos. Oblivion. A trillion names, and none of them held meaning. A force surrounding everything, infinitely more horrific and formless than the Final Ones themselves, for they were but cell's of it's body. If it ever fully manifested in existence, ever became 'real', absolutely everyone and everything was fucked.

Except Life, but her relation to them and the threat they posed is unknown.