The collection of eternity shifts. Moves.

[i]Rolls.[/i]

At first it seems like the Stacks have destabilized, that the mess is coming down in an avalanche - but no, the edges are too clearly defined for that. It is not a collapse, it is a ball - a vast katamari of swords and dresses and shelves, the accumulated wealth of infinity coming towards you with crushing momentum. But for all its monumental size it does not radiate greed - it leaves wasteful gaps in its trail of destruction, and from the crevasses that run through it, it weeps tears of mercury that pool in its trail. 

It comes for you Eclair - not maliciously, not deliberately, but unstoppably. A hoard with no dragon is a terrible thing.

"The potion lab on the east side is full of explosive reagents," said Injimo serenely. This was again the girl who had fought the dragon Morning without a single thought in her head; she might die here but nobody was going to say she hadn't made a good faith effort to solve the tactical puzzle in the so doing. "A flaming arrow shot there would inflict critical damage."