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

A gallant young man donning a white vestment stood before them at the hub of the deserted route. A crystalline mace and a greatshield were anchored behind him in the form of a cross. Radiating a holy aura from beneath his devout frame, the man placed his hands behind his back and took a step forward. 


“The Lord demands your presence,” Lazarus said and gave a slight bow. 


“Heh? What Lord?” Selena sneered. “Why should I even care about whoever is requesting my presence?” 


“Move away and let us pass this instant!” Selena crossed her arms and gave a mocking smile. “You best do as I say…unless you want my Husband to obliterate you from the face of this realm!” 


Lazarus looked at her in newfound puzzlement as if hesitating on his next course of action. 


The Heiress.