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 Feathered Serpent glanced at the unconscious young man with its lambent azure eyes before wrapping its tongue around his entire body and swallowing him through its throat. 


The serpent gave a loud burp and turned its head to face the mansion, for it was finally time to pull down the curtains of its knavery. 


Raising its head high up in pride, the serpent slithered towards the manor. A barrier materialised in thin air, enshrouding the whole estate in a circle and impeding its way forward. 


It gave an enraged roar and rammed its head against the barrier. The barrier only rippled, routing the force of impact until it dampened into nothingness. 


Men in robes walked out of a towering citadel resting beside the mansion. They stood in a circle in front of the gates and raised their hands in the air. Runic patterns lit up beneath their feet as they crept towards the citadel behind them. 


The Spiral Of Desolation.