The winds of change.
The coming of something utterly fantastical and inevitable that when it neared…some beings could instinctively feel it!
As a tyrannical existence took great strides forward with unbelievable speed, the ushering of something new could be felt within the minds of all those powerful enough.
Within the vast stretches of the Boundary Between Realities.
A man floated in this void of Reality as he grasped the hilt of a sword in front, the sharp sword point pointing down as it caused a line of a rupture across the fabric of Reality extending downwards for many light-years!
It was the grand visage of Theseus who caused the other Ancestral Descendants to gaze at him with respect and even a hint of veneration!
It was the renowned existence with great accomplishments in the Boundary of the Sword!
Behind him, a small Legion holding swords similar to his floated in a profound formation as they waded across the Desolate Mausoleum.
