1. Being and Nothingness
Three small, burned stars fell upon the rock from his limp hand, before his assumed form dissolved to dust on the dark wind. She made short work of them too.
Fire and vengeance he had been, but Unbeing he remembered not. That was all Ungoliant knew – She would make no plans, build no fortresses. She would only devour. She turned back toward the now-darkened land of Her victim’s kin, the Valar.
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