880 thousand years before William met the System.
In a vast and unwelcoming void far from the Mortal Realms, a graceful woman enshrouded in flames that matched her hair faced off with fifty opponents enshrouded in a blinding golden light. The woman's brows were furrowed as she glared at each of her opponents carefully.
"How did you find me? And who has come for me this time?" she spat flames as she spoke.
"We see all that happens in the Ascended Realms, even this dark place you call sanctuary, Efretta. It doesn't matter who we are." one of the figures responded with a calm smile, as if everything had been predetermined since the beginning.
"Ha! You're not as strong as you claim to be. Why else would you send fifty just for me?" Efretta scoffed.
"You're a dangerous individual. We can't have you running away, can we?" the individual ignored Efretta's provocation. He issued an order, "Get her."
