The Vassals didn't waste time. Using the overridden access codes from the now-deceased High Council, they Warped their way to Sector XA-6.
Lady Lunu had stayed behind, her divine essence spread thin like a golden net over the Sparkborn Tower to shield the refugees.
The other nine Vassals meanwhile floated before an entity they could never have imagined, even in their worst nightmares.
Towering at the size of ten combined stars was the Lord of Darkness. His form was a swirling nebula of vantablack vapor, his presence so massive it occupied almost the entire visual spectrum of the Sector.
The corrupted Galactic Core, once the prize of the universe, now looked like a mere marble orbiting his wrist.
As they watched him from afar, the courage to attempt fighting him left instantly. It was like ants contemplating war against a hurricane.
