The new Outworldly was already here. He had become a towering figure draped in a cloak of swirling stars and nebulae, constantly shifting and warping, as if it was a living, breathing piece of the cosmos itself.
Around him, the deities had gathered. Their colossal forms cast shadows across the vast expanse of space. They were poised and ready, waiting for the final barrier to fall so they could plunge into the mortal plane.
Ellias's sudden arrival was like a thunderclap in the void. His presence radiated an ancient, almost forgotten power, and it sent powerful ripples of reverence through the deities.
Even the new Outworldly, in all his cosmic grandeur, paused. His many eyes narrowed as he turned to face the intruder.
"Impossible," whispered a deity with a face like molten rock, its voice rumbling through the space like an avalanche. "He was erased... We saw it ourselves."