IOWYN
Day three brought escalation that made the previous battles look like children squabbling over toys, and with it the crushing certainty that I was about to lose the only being who'd shared six thousand years of existence with me.
The Shadow Queen's true form emerged from dimensional tears like nightmare given flesh—not the perfect beauty we'd glimpsed before, but something that made sanity try to escape through bleeding eye sockets. Her body defied geometry, existing in too many dimensions simultaneously while void-armor bent light around angles that shouldn't exist in three-dimensional space.
Where her face should have been, writhing tentacles emerged from a mouth that opened onto infinite darkness. Multiple eyes dotted her form in patterns that hurt to perceive directly, each on
