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

“Their King is it?” Vincent asked. 


“The source of all the lost ones apparently,” Gilbert replied and cracked his knuckles. “Never had the luck to meet their king face to face before. Hoh! Hoh! Now I finally got my chance!” 


“The hamlet might be in danger!” Cenric tightened the grip of his blade. “We should hide and return home as soon as possible!” 


“Why hide? Let’s see what is gracing us with their presence,” Vincent said. 


Thump! Thump! The surrounding aether stagnated. 


“We cannot take it down with just the four of us!” Cenric said. 


“Correction, it should be the three of us,” Gilbert laughed. “Or do you want Kirsa to join the fight unarmed?” 


“That’s why we should hide!” Cenric said. 


Thump! Thump! Thump! The surviving lost ones shrieked and hid inside the forest. 


“Is it that bad?” Vincent turned to Gilbert. 


“A bit of an annoyance to deal with,” he replied. “But we can always run if things get out of control, haha!” 


The Giants.