He is immense and terrible. You stand frozen in a magnetic fear, locked in his unwavering celestial gaze. The fluff in your pocket feels suddenly heavy.
"YOU DARE READ MY FORBIDDEN TOMES"
The final guardian's voice shakes the earth. His fluff appears infinite, swirling with innumerable pasts and futures, drawing ever inward and outward in a hazy loop, dragging your consciousness with it.
You cannot move. You have lost the will.
Novembius hisses, and his boldness heartens you.
POCKET SAND.