The Incarnation of Rowan inside the Cradle of Enoch had seen a small part of the face of infinity. In that space, he had seen bones that rained from the sky, their numbers so vast it could not be counted, but that awe-inspiring scene was nothing in the face of what faced the seven Primordials as they stood over the Regions of Death.
When Rowan had seen only a fraction of infinity, and these were mere bones, the Primordials faced an army that was truly infinitesimal in number. The army of the dead stretches across the battlefield like a cataclysmic swarm. Their numbers could only be possible due to the higher-dimensional state of Limbo, where space could be stretched for an infinite distance as long as there was one whose Will was strong enough to control all of that power. Death was a being whose Will was strong enough.
