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

“What?! How…can this be?” Parthenope asked. 


“How? This is why I am here to kindly ask them about it,” the Empress said and laughed. “So now do you realise how important this is to us?” 


“Then we must hurry and capture them!” 


“Again, with your foolish thoughts,” the Empress said and smacked her forehead with the wooden fan. “Hurry where to exactly? We lost track of everything months ago, and it’s only now that the compass is showing signs of any movement.” 


“Is the artefact already under their possession?” 


“The exchange did not occur as intended, or so our spies muttered to me, and a lot of time has passed since then,” the Empress said and sighed, looking at the distant piece of land slowly coming into view. “Capturing them is the least of our worries, now retrieving the artefact comes first and foremost.” 


Parthenope followed her gaze and asked, “Is that Ishoris?” 


The Empress.