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

Mavena rushed towards the figure, twitching among the debris, “Brother! Is that really you?” 


The man turned stiff, suddenly for a loss of words at her approach. 


Mavena dropped her blades and knelt down in helplessness, “Brother…Leofric?” 


“Why are you here!” Leofric rose up and readjusted his broken joints that pierced through his skin. “How did you even find us?!” 


“Thought I was dead? Well, you are not wrong, I am still among the dead.” 


Unseen tears cascaded down her cheeks, concealed in this clouded gallery of the undercroft, for she was shocked in her very essence, “How...how…but Diarmad…he...killed--” 


“Little sister, you don’t know anything,” he sighed. 


“Are you with the intruders? Or are you just their pawn?” 


Leofric narrowed his eyes and pressed on, without a care for their godsend reunion, “Did they intentionally bring you here? To make us lower our guards?” 


Now Listen Well.