He appeared in a pitch-black void. Beings of cosmic scale fought before his eyes. They fought and fought. Fought against the unending swarm. An endless multitude of amorphous flesh. Morphed into tentacles, morphed into worms, morphed into bubbles, morphed into flesh, flesh and flesh. These beings came from the deep, from the depths of the cosmos, from the chambers of the chaos. They plucked out planets, They plucked out stars, They plucked out galaxies. They were...

The Nine Monarchs Beyond The Veil

“The trail ends here!” Mavena crouched down and ran her fingers along the deep tracks furrowed among the red soil. “Search for them!” 


The soldiers nodded and formed into groups before heading deep inside the forest. Mavena stood still, alone and in silence as they all left. She unsheathed one of her swords and touched upon the blade in reminiscence. Sunlight glinted off its dull surface, revealing faint cracks, withering among the backdrop of its former lustre. 


“Leofric, I will avenge you,” she muttered under her breath; a teardrop slid down her cheek and splashed on the ground, seeping inside the cracks and never to be seen again. 


Two azure flames watched her from above, in between the deluge of the black leaves that harrowed the entire forest, “Now she got me interested.” 


“Humph!” Faviana snorted from the side. 


“What do you mean interested?” she said with reddened cheeks. 


“Interested in her story,” he replied. 


The Right To Exist.