Around the kingdom, there sprawls a vast accumulation of ruins and wreckage that have been left behind layer upon layer since the Ancient Era. They form an immense "ring," circling ceaselessly around the realm of the gods day and night, like a blind pack of beasts watching with predatory patience, waiting for a new kingdom to meet its end, waiting for those gods who have not yet fallen to be torn asunder, to become new fragments within this boundless sea of ruins…
This was the divine domain as Enya described it—in a certain sense, it should be what Gawain had once heard referred to as the "Deep Realm," that bizarre territory in the deep-sea, outlined and projected by the tides of mortal thought.
At this point, many of the vague and crude notions he had never quite understood finally became clear.
