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

At the base of a training ground, sheathed with ashen sands, a woman with curved horns leaned on the hilt of a wooden sword. 


In front of her was a little boy around the age of seven, holding a short wooden sword as he stood still with ragged breath. 


Similar to the woman before him, he had two curved horns resting atop his forehead. 


Similar to the little boy before her, the woman had an ashen tone that hugged her skin. 


The little boy gave a loud shout; he raised his wooden sword and charged forth. Seeing this, the woman gave a faint smile of approval. She pulled out her wooden sword embedded in the sands and walked with leisure steps. 


Swoosh! She made a casual swing of her sword, and the two swords met. 


Thud! The boy tumbled on the ground as his sword was flung away with no resistance. 


“Jakob! You need to try harder if you want to defeat Celeste,” the woman said. 


Jakob.