Let the story begin...

-a week before the return of the [The Guardian of the story]…

The Beastmen stood in awe at the return of their lord. It was shocking, or perhaps even disgraceful to say, that he had taken the form of the Starless. They didn't even have the chance to ask for his name.

But as the light faded from his aura, the summoning was completed. Tears streamed down the cheeks of the believers who had been waiting for this moment for generations, from ancestor to ancestor.

Belphegor paid no attention to the onlookers as he strode past them, his well-formed muscles glistening in the light. He had one thing on his mind: to gaze upon the monument of his younger self. As he reached out to touch the monument, the air around him began to shimmer and glow with an otherworldly aura.