The Living That Are Bound! III

The shoreline was quiet, but not for too long as a low hum began.

The Early Veiled Shore shimmered with a newborn tension. The air was impossibly crisp, layered with the weavings of possibility.

Across from him, the form of Moiraine stabilized. Her fractured essence mended rapidly as golden weavings sewed together bone and sinew, muscle and flame. She stood now, no longer a being of damage, but of majesty restored.

The restoration of her lower body didn't shake her.

What did... was her surroundings.

And even more than that, the words that proceeded to flash right before her eyes!

|You have arrived in the Early Veiled Shore of a consecrated Early Creature.|

|Your Complexity and Purity are rising rapidly.|

…!

Her eyes widened.

But not with confusion. Not even with awe.

Recognition.

Early Creature. Early Veiled Shore!

The words boomed and collapsed many things she thought of!

Early! Creature!