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

“Looks friendly though,” Vincent raised an eyebrow and said with a smirk, “and also just dumb.” 


“Don’t underestimate them, there should--” Cenric warned. 


Rustle! Rustle! The coal tinted leaves shook, and two more curious heads peeked out from in between. 


“Be more…” Cenric finished his sentence. 


Swoosh! The fiends quickly went back inside and hid from their sight. 


“We must be careful!” Cenric unsheathed his sword and pointed at the ominous presence. “They always move in groups!” 


Rustle! Rustle! Rustle! More heads peeked out and surrounded them from all sides; they tumbled around for just a moment before they all rolled back inside. 


“Why are they acting like this?” Kirsa went in for her bow behind her back, but her hand grasped into nothing but thin air. “Oh! I don’t have any weapons!” 


“Stay behind Cenric,” Vincent commanded. 


Kirsa looked at Cenric with complicated eyes, “Can I?” 


The Lost Ones.