As Lars observed the painting of a galaxy in his mind, his face turned pale as he realised why the creature of terror within would possess this law.
"This is… It can't be… It can't be a… An entirely dead galaxy…"
The words left Lars' lips as a barely audible breath of air. He looked here and there in the complex sigil formed by the new law, hoping to prove himself wrong. However, even after scrutinizing corner after corner and thread after thread, Lars could only resign himself to accept his inference.
This was likely… An actual image of a dead galaxy.
There were no signs of any forms of life, no fluctuations apart from the natural motions of the stars and celestial bodies – but even these stars were already dead while the bodies were cold and barren.