I followed his eyes, gazing up with him to stare into that fathomless void of dark sky. The enmeshed bodies of the sun eaters were spread over us. They slowly writhed, like huge worms, their mouths scooping up galaxies throughout patient eons. They were darkness consuming light—unstoppable if slow—the conclusion of their feast the inevitable end of all.
“See?” the necromancer wheezed. “Do you see it? What hope is there when death devours stars? Death must be our god, for the creator has left his world to the whims of these undying worms. It all must pass away.”
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