Splendid!
I’ve been to so many terrible worlds. But I had to name one, it would be the Rottwald....Were you unlucky enough to find yourself in the Feurholz without protection, even for an instant, you’d be burnt to a crisp. Yet people live there, damned fools that they are.”
The image of a marshmallow blackened and cracked by fire...
Epic!
"...She is made to shake the stars from their courses. None like her has come before. None shall follow in her wake. The Powers and Principalities gaze upon her and tremble, for they know the days of their dominion are numbered.”
Thanks! This language and image foreshadow a very significant revelation later in the narrative.