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 guardian protected our home again!” Kirsa cheered. 


“I guess things are already under control,” Cenric sighed in relief. “And look! The guardian is finally making its move!” 


Gargantuan roots broke out beneath the stage the lost ones were standing upon. They wrapped around their bodies and flung them towards the canopy enshrouding the entire hamlet under its grace. The twisting branches laid across the roof coiled onto the other and formed into literal stakes of wood. And then, the lost ones were impaled one after the other. They twitched and flailed as their bodies lost all signs of life. 


Blood poured down the canopy until all were absorbed inside the jagged leaves. The leaves turned crimson, and blood capillaries traversed its surface, drilling through the mangled bodies while devouring them all from within. More bodies were tossed towards the voracious canopy. And more bodies were skewered atop its crown. 


The Evergreen Canopy.