Within the boundless expanse of the stars, a force beyond comprehension stirred.
A man cloaked in white kneeled upon a floor woven from light and shadows, head bowed in utter reverence.
He did not dare to look up.
Before him stood something vast—something ancient and sovereign.
A being who held dominion not over this realm… but the very laws.
"My liege," the kneeling man spoke, his voice calm and precise, "the clone I stationed in Eryndor has been destroyed."
The words echoed through the chamber—a space caught between light and shadow.
"Have you found Alden?"
The question drifted through the air.
It carried a strange anticipation… an eagerness far too human for a being of his stature.
The cloaked man remained still as if any movement might shatter the fragile calm.
"No, my liege," he replied carefully. "My clones… couldn't transmit anything before they were erased. It was as if they'd never existed at all."
For a moment, the silence seemed to stretch.
"Send another."
