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

“Hertha, cover me!” the golden-haired woman said as her whole body was enveloped in divine lightning. 


Boom! She exerted pressure on her feet and lunged forward. 


The man laughed; he nailed his spear to the side, met her charge head-on with his bare hands. 


Bang! They collided like two raging bulls fighting for their own territory. 


They grabbed into their arms; each of them tussled to topple the other off against the ground and reign supreme. 


Thudder! Her divine lightning streaked across and latched into his body. 


Ripple! But this time, the pulsating silver light neutralised each of the divine streaks. 


“That same trick won’t work on me twice!” the man said. 


The woman pulled one of her legs backwards. 


“What!” the man blurted out. “Wai--” 


Swoosh! She threw a kick in the area between his legs. 


Bang! He shook off her arms and lifted his knee to block off the blow, “Are you crazy?!!” 


You Silly Wyvern.