In a void devoid of all life, sat a man whose entirety was completely blurred upon a rickety wooden chair holding what could barely be called a book.
"The roots are being devoured again." The mans gaze hardened by an indescribable amount of time peered into the abyss. "I wonder how many variables will arrive in the coming Era."
Suddenly a small voice responded with a giggle "You know this will be the last correct? At the very least, it will define a new beginning for every universe within Ygddris."
With a sigh, the man slowly closed his eyes. "I have enough power left to have some influence in the unfolding events of Divinia. I can only do so much to help those youngsters facing the true Calamity."
In another place sat an elegant middle aged woman with cascading auburn hair, and sun-kissed skin. Her words flowing out with an enchanting hiss reminiscent of a charming Cobra "They're coming again. The roots have started to rot once again. That fucking Witch can no longer seem to contain herself." With a hum she continued "I can feel the seal weakening. This will be the last Cycle." Narrowing her eyes "I hope my seeds ripen accordingly. All those gods will not allow the Matriarch to cleanse her roots."
The small light of a lost consciousness flows along a faintly glowing line amongst an expansive path. The dim orb reaches the center, slowly fading away.
"Keeehhheeeheee, that's an interesting one." Came from a hoarse cackling voice, "Those fools wish to play God amongst God's. Silly children, silly, silly children. This kind Nana shall show the the error of their ways." With a toothy grin she rest her palms on her lap, glaring at the ball of chains that had bound her. "The time is coming. My dearest of children will try to uncover the sins of their ancestors. Seek knowledge of which non can hope to fathom. The Matriarch does not tolerate those who know it's secrets."
The Tree of the Universe, Ygdriss. Every leaf, branch, and root is a separate world, galaxy, and realm. The top of the tree consists of the newest dimensions while the roots contain the oldest. Within the deepest system of roots of Ygdriss, there was was a faint haze emanating. Spreading slowly, the lower dimensions of Ygdriss, along with the countless universes contained within them eroded away from history. The Crown of Ydriss, the Holy Realm of God's, Demons, Monster Lord's, and Ascended, was about to face a Calamity, forcing every living being into a life and death ultimatum.