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 three scarlet moons collapsed atop Vincent, and his feet sunk deep within the encroached soil, pressured from the impending calamity descending upon his entire being. 


Rip! He tore out an arachnid limb attached to his back and threw it towards the approaching spheres. 


The arachnid lance revolved; it made its way across and splintered into countless blood petals in the air. The petals crumbled and moulded themselves into a set of strings. Tangling and coiling with each other, they shaped into a web, for it was ready to seize every article inside its maze of convolution. 


The webs unfurled themselves and latched into the falling stars, reducing the momentum of their decline. 


The Moon Hatched.