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 ebb of the hollows unveiled themselves further outside the sanctuary of the hamlet. Nuzzling within were the insatiable vistas of the evergreen, tangled together in an endless spiral yielding the verdure. Unspeakable beasts and other monstrosities lurked inside, unaware and ignorant of the ruin slowly and surely growing towards them. 


Touched by aether and forever profaned, for it was time to offer their bodies for the hunt. 


As such, the devourer willed it, for he desired to bring in the grubs, for the new life gestating inside his paramour. 


For it was the cosmic title bestowed upon by the timeless lives once lost and forgotten. 


Bestowed upon by the multitude bubbles of the void huddled within. 


And thus, the cryptic ramblings ended inside his head, and the hunt finally commenced for the Monarch. 


“You look a bit unsettled Kirsa,” Vincent asked. 


Moons Of Clemency.