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 mist is finally clearing up,” Vincent stated. “Well, at least on the outside.” 


Fractures streaked upon the writhing mist, sheathed over the world like a delicate paragon, ready to shatter at a moment’s notice. 


A faded deluge galloped beside the fissures tethered onto the heavens until it finally broke apart. 


Shyreiana came close to Vincent and grabbed onto his hand, “Master...” 


“Relax,” Vincent laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Just enjoy the view.” 


The shards descended upon the earth and collided against the other, for a blinding beacon of heavenly light ensued over the ethers. Pillars of desecrated bolts of lightning hammered down and obliterated everything with its eventual approach. The thunderbolts drilled inside the mother earth before rising up from the pits. Dispersing the fledging clouds and severing the blankets of the void, they returned to the sweet embrace of the heavens. 


Skyfall.