Seven thrones ignited across forgotten dimensions.
From each rose a being forged from the Sovereign's will:
The War Heir made from endless conflict
The Crowned Saint faith twisted into obedience
The Devourer of Hope despair given form
The Silent Judge punishment without trial
The Thousand Form Tyrant identity erased
The World Butcher extinction perfected
The Red Prince the Sovereign's final successor
They spoke in unison:
"The King has fallen."
"The King must return."
Each one stepped forward
And an entire universe died just from their presence.