The mysterious god, still standing tall in the midst of all the wreckage he had made, watched as the final phase of his plan began to unfold. His eyes shone with a cold satisfaction at the thought that Umbra, once an unstoppable king, now lay sealed away in the Source. It would stay locked on a random planet, in a huge forest where no one would ever find it. The god left nothing to chance. He decreed that nobody was allowed even near the Source. Nobody should even speak with it. Whoever tried would be sentenced to death.
The mysterious god had sent several guards, huge creatures with breathtaking powers, along with dragons and wolves, to guard the Source and patrol the area at all times. The desolate planet with its bizarre features was just perfect for this. The thick forests, tall mountains, and generally strange-looking landscapes would make it impossible for anyone, literally anyone, to locate the Source even if they knew where to look.
