Having stepped out of one of his many abodes, Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan warped across the spacetime continuum until he entered one of the hidden channels that led into the Crimson Sacrarium Antechamber.
One of the halls meant to be a place for discussion among the upper echelons of the Ancestral Lernaeans in the Abecedarian Sacrarium.
He had his throne at the very peak of the Epoch III Naturally Formed Extremity Mountain as the thrones of the forces he controlled were stretched out below him, while the other mountain...
'That little prude came here even earlier than me? What schemes is she up to now?'
His eyes were sharp as an authoritative light of a terrifying Boundary shone within them- this Boundary capable of attacking, defending, and even doing the work of Providence, Destiny, Fate, Fortune, and Karma all at once!
