The Void receded from Anactica as quietly as it had devoured it without dramatic final detonation announced that the impossible presence had withdrawn. \
The fathomless black loosened its hold, allowing existence to return one layer at a time with the eerie obedience of something being restored by a power that remembered exactly where everything belonged.
Light returned pale and merciless beneath the eternal winter sky with distance unfolding between mountains that had ceased to exist only moments earlier before sound rushed back with the shriek of the blizzard, the groaning of ancient glaciers and the low, oppressive murmur of the Dead Winter Realm settling once more beneath its own laws.[1]
