The pinkish pale ground that Cades had now accepted to be the flesh of a gigantic hand, so large that he wasn't able to pressure it enough as to turn it into a soft material, resulting in it being as hard, perhaps even much harder than stone, began to turn into just that, a cold, greyish dark stone, a huge cylinder extending all around him, heaving him up into the air as he held his breath, expecting to die as soon as he reached the top, still eerily calm at all that was happening, perhaps having been desensitized by everything else that had been happening around him already.
The huge cylinder, multiple hundred feet across and visibly extending in all directions, especially height, already having risen about a thousand feet upwards within just about a quarter minute, the wind having pressured Cades slightly, had it not been for his own power, however laughable it might've been in this endlessly old and endlessly strange place that he still couldn't entirely start the task of understanding completely, something even gods and deities, whatever the difference might be, would perhaps be unable to do, be it that they would most likely do a better job than him.
Nevertheless, he rose upwards, seeing many monsters, but still, the three he had seen, seemingly having switched positions, were the greatest, and still, they, as many of the other unexplainable beings were probably doing as well, were looking at him, the only new thing in this place, this place they must've existed in since long, long before Cades began his journey, this place they would exist in long after he ended it, at least they believed they would.
Finally, the huge pillar stopped moving, countless engravings depicting things that must've sprung from both the kindest and worst dreams to ever be dreamt on the sides, spiralling upwards, closely connected to an entirely different style that depicted a story no mortal eye should ever dare lay their eyes upon, and neither could Cades who was still atop the huge building, right in the centre of what seemed to be a gigantic compass from the engravings and artistic style, though, in the end, those were still just engravings, be it that they may be quite unnerving when standing right in the middle of them.
It had extended to be about six thousand foot tall, the ground still visible fro up there, most of the beasts simply having vanished but the three ones he had first seen still surrounding him, now having become so large that he could not comprehend it, at least he shouldn't have been able to understand it, after all, it should be impossible for anything to be this big, bigger than the smallest country on ehetria had been in length, at least sixty-one-hundred feet high, their legs having basically been the only things to change, their bodies standing far away, still having grown incomparably larger in proportion to their legs, but still being slightly smaller than was normal from what he had been able to see previously, aside from the worm that now stood much farther away and was just bigger, everything still having the same proportions seeing as he had no real legs, though Cades was now able to understand that the squirming hair atop the beast had been countless ehetrian hands in truth, constantly grabbing and moving the beast forward, having grown bigger as well, each of them being big enough to easily crush Cades within it's thumb and index finger if they so wished.
Still, before he was scared, even when they were thousands of feet away, looking small and yet stupidly detailed despite that, but now, as they were right in front of him, barely a hundred feet between his eyes and the eyes of the three beasts, the old man still standing behind him, not having changed his position in relation to Cades who had turned around during the rise of the pillar at all, he was still afraid, but he was able to compute what they were.
They were there and he couldn't do anything about it, at least not yet, so, why would he worry too much, that will just make him desperate, that will just make him burn himself out like a dying star, that would simply not work, he would just have to treat them as normal monsters, be it that they still greatly unnerved him, as he had thought multiple times already, trying to calm himself down by repeating his own thoughts to himself, a fairly efficient route he seemed to be taking quite often lately.
Still, despite the fear he felt, he was doing the same as his other self had done, repressing it, but this time, he did not repress it onto another him, or, at least he did not believe that he was doing so, and while he was computing that fact, the fact that he was doing something he had wished to never ever have to do, something he had despised the other him for from within the depths of his very soul, not out of evil, not out of fear, but out of necessity, he felt something wane inside of him, only very slightly, but still, something, the way he viewed the other him and the original Cades, the one who had most likely been fractured beyond recognition, who had been lost between the cracks of repression, he found that he hated them all, including himself, which they all were, just a little less.
He just stood there, not moving, waiting for something to change, not even noticing that the old man, or the high pillar of inspiration as they had claimed themselves to be, had vanished and was now hovering in the air a few hundred feet away, weirdly detailed and easily visible due to his sheer self that was empowering to everything around, causing new ideas to spurt out of Cades mind, though collecting them was much more of a task than anything else, especially since he now heard a new voice.